I Didn't Last Night

I knocked off a little late yesterday evening and while driving out from my office building, as usual I drove pass a few watering holes. I saw a few acquaintances. Most waved me down to stop. Others called. I gave them excuses. They were the same crowd I was with two nights ago.

I could have but I didn't. The urge was there. The craving, the wanting, the all too familiar need to have a go at it was too strong. Just one...

I then instinctively drove over to 'my place' and was about to turn into the junction but for reasons beyond the grasp of my concious mind, I didn't. Divine intervention, you think? Maybe. And so I reached home early for the very first time in a few months. Had my shower and cooked dinner. I decided to do that lest eating out might lead to something else afterwards. I have a well stocked fridge with beers. I didn't reach for one.

I picked a book and read instead.

I woke up this morning feeling much better.