Harry and I had supper up here in the country last night and got to talking about booze. In general, I am more or less in favor and Harry’s slightly against. But last night we both had been noticing something interesting: we had both been looking forward to that first drink quite a bit (wine in my case, beer in Harry’s). And the first had not been the last. So we had separately decided to quit for a bit. And here’s the thing: It was very hard. Not impossible…we’ve both done it, but we were impressed. Not horrified but, you know, interested.
So here’s some modest advice: if you find yourself REALLY looking forward to that first pop at night, quit for a while. Just to make sure everything’s okay. Sorry.