…is what Belle wrote to me this morning. Dry January has begun, and I am keen to grasp it with both hands and give it everything I’ve got. The main thing to do, of course, is not drink, and that’s the plan, a day at a time. Indeed, an hour at a time, because I still feel the cravings as we head towards a late lunch here on a rainy New Year’s Day.
I wish I felt more joyous. I just need to be quiet, and not take on too much today, the temptation being to do some work, tackle that filing, get thinner and be nice to everybody – rather, I just need not to drink.