I'm noticing a pattern.
I come home from work, and get a glass of wine or sherry before dinner, pretty close to as soon as I walk in the door. More wine with dinner. Then usually nothing more to drink for a couple of hours, because I try to write D every evening and I don't want my head fuzzy. Then a nightcap or two. Every night.
I don't drink nearly this much when I am travelling, ... or when I am spending time with D. But something about coming home to Wife just brings it out. It can't be a good sign.
It also means that I am eating more. I have probably put on ten pounds since July. Of course, I've had more to write about lately too. Connection? Or is it just that both stem from the same common discontent?
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