Man, I want a drink. Mama told me there would be days like this. Funny, after 82 days of sobriety how the urge can sneak up on me like this. I could deny it but that won’t help. I need to put it out there. It’s my way of holding myself accountable. If I don’t fess up, I’ll slink off to a bar and dive into my cups. I don’t want to do that. So I’ll go for a walk, have some tea and see you on day 83.

But, man, I want a drink.

EDIT (later): It’s midnight here and I’m gong to bed. I survived. Whew!