Feeling a lot better. That was one bad 24 hour stomach bug! Once again, I am so happy drinking was not involved for so so many reasons.

My husband came home last night. As you know I was horribly ill. His body clock was 5 hours ahead. He just wanted to have a beer and get in bed, and that is what he did.

This evening will be a different story. It’s just about 4:30 on a Friday. Pretty soon his office door (he works from home) will pop open and he will say something corny like, “Let the weekend begin!” There’s been a shake-up at his office. Lot’s of work drama to unpack over a few drinks. He will undoubtedly expect me to drink with him. As far as he knows, I’ve been a teetotal angel the whole time he was gone, and now I deserve a drink.

I don’t want to drink. I mean I do, but I don’t and I’m not going to.

But I have two ways of going about it. I can still play the stomach bug card which is a totally plausible excuse. Or I can tell him about the 100 days sober. If I tell him, it’s one more reason for me to not give up. The first reason, by the way, is this blog. How embarrassing to start a blog about your 100 day sober journey and not follow through. Can you imagine?