So I am one-week-no-wine which is a new thing I am trying out to see how it fits.

Wine is like, oh wine, oh wine, oh sigh; it is magic, it melts me. Lately I have been feeling as though I am a machine fueled on wine, red wine, white wine, rose, wine wine wine wine wine.

This week I found that basically, sobriety is pretty nice and peaceful all but for these headaches, from stress, maybe, and then I think about a drink and am like, no BAD, which only makes me more stressed out.

I close my eyes and I find that I do not want to open them again.

Mornings are the nicest when the air is crisp and my hat is pulled low. The only noise is the tap of my boots and the prattle of an old bicycle as it passes by. Without this beesnest of a hangover, I can actually hear things and for that I am thankful.

The end.