Yesterday, I enjoyed 2 or 3 small glasses of wine at a family Easter lunch. I felt a little snoozy afterwards but, having gone to bed after midnight and subsequently been woken at 5:40am by excited children bearing chocolate eggs, perhaps this wasn't out of order.
I did have a strong desire to open a bottle in the evening but decided not to.
I suppose I'm still disappointed by how different I don't feel when I drink or don't. If it's so bad for me, why don't I feel better without it?
Dry today, and likely the rest of the week; I continue the experiment.
10:37:39 PM 
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