It could be my imagination or wishful thinking, but it feels as if there has been an increase in confidence and a reduction of anxiety and intellectual ineptness. The anger hasn’t come yet, though I must assume that it will, and need to be prepared for it. I am grateful things worked out the way they did. I have a very dramatic last drink to reflect upon when the urge strikes me. Also, I must not become complacent …. At some point these journal entries, if continued, will cease to mention the conundrum of libations at all.
