I’m nearing the 24 hour mark. We all have to have a beginning and I’m hoping this is mine.
I worked from home today. Usually on a work from home day I crack open that first beer around 2 or maybe 3 if I’m using restraint. About 1:30 this afternoon I went to the fridge to look for a snack and there it was like the holy grale, the last beer in the fridge. It was like in Alice in Wonderland where a note is left on it saying “drink me”. I stared for what seemed like awhile but was just a few seconds and then grabbed a hard boiled egg and walked away. I know, a strange constellation prize but I was hungry not thirsty. Then at 3 I went in for some water. It’s almost like it had walked closer to the edge of the fridge to be a bit more noticeable. I maintained and opted for the Waterboy option with the high quality H2O. It’s now 5:15 p.m. I live alone. Who would know? So, I went to the fridge. I couldn’t take it’s taunts anymore. It’s not even been 24 hours but who would know? I cracked that beer open, took a smell and poured it over…into the kitchen sink. I WOULD KNOW.
I still have a bottle of bourbon tucked away but one mind battle at a time. Towanda!