40 days

Another Friday night escape from work without a drink.  The last couple of days would have surely had me running next door to the ‘packie’ for a bottle (or 2) of red not too long ago.  But the only time I thought about ‘a’ drink (which means at least 3 in my world) was driving home tonight realizing I hadn’t.  Thought about it.  At all.

  I had no craving, no desire or wishful thinking- nothing.  Zero appeal factor.

The only thing I crave right now is to be quiet and reflect on how grateful I am for these 40  days without an urge to drink.

Thanks be to God.