The real truth.

I  miss my nightly glass of wine….or I thought so. I kind of do. I decided that I don’t really want the wine as much as I miss the lovely glass goblet that contained it.

My lovely long stemmed goblet now contains water. And I and my hand are just as happy.

Finding solutions to the tiny stupid things that trip me up.

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