More rediscovery.

This article had me running back the The Sound albums. Boy, they were great. If you're not aware, I suggest you investigate, pronto.
Other things happened to me today. I was musing on how easily I'd been able to give up alcohol (for periods at a time, obviously), but how I still surrounded myself with things which didn't really do me much good. So, I'm cutting down on anger. On arguments, and negativity. All of those things create a climate of anger, which builds, and builds, until it dissipates, one way or another. Sometimes anger can be an energy (as someone famously said) but for me, I didn't like the unpredictable nature of release.
So - facebook groups that launch into arguments, bad drivers, internet comments - things will have to go.
And will I miss them?
No.

Easter.

A couple of weeks with Marnie, and a long Weekend with Milo. so, as you might expect, lots of stress, arguments and tantrums. Hey, that's the joy of children, right?
It's been a long day - my UP thing tells me I did over 10,000 steps, and that was even after I'd spent a few hours in the cinema (watching Zootropolis). I'm now in bed, ready to sleep the sleep of the just.
Tomorrow night is a beer night! My first alcohol for over a week, how odd.

Torpor

That's a good way to describe today.
Last night was a large one - someone's fiftieth. So, I was drinking - it's my one day of the week. I found I enjoyed the drunk feeling, up to a point, but the hangover and lethargy of today wasn't a great deal of fun. I think the issue for me is that I like to drink, but can't ever differentiate between social bonhomie, and tying one on.
And that's what leading me to the conclusion I need to find out where that point is - identify it, and recognise it.
Otherwise, It's a regression.
Other things that happened today? Chinese food. A lot of it.
And this too -

time to sleep.

One of the things about having kids, is that I now want to sleep as much as possible. It's the end of a long, tiring day, and i'm knackered. Sitting in  bed, blogging, and about to turn out the light. At quarter to ten, on a Friday evening. How's that for rock'n'roll, eh?
Another thing that's got me wanting more sleep is the whole "not drinking as much" phase i'm going through. Or, is it just a phase? The funny thing is - there's a point where drinking less alcohol becomes mixed up with actually wanting less alcohol. That's where I am at the moment. Have I lost the taste for it? I'm not sure. Philippa was off out tonight, and took a bottle of gin with her, for the ladies of the estate. Before she went, I furtively opened the bottle, and took a sniff of that lovely gin aroma (not a sip, honest) The smell? wonderful. Did I want to take a shot? Well, to be completely honest, I didn't.
Blimey, maybe I am changing. Pretty seismic, if it's true.

Something odd...

...has happened to me this year.
I've changed my relationship with alcohol. I've cut down, dramatically, over the last couple of months. Since the start of February, I've drunk alcohol on just five days. It works out about once a week. And now, when I drink, I don't seem to want to cane it, quite as hard as I used to. I'm liking the weight I've lost, the extra energy I have as a result, the deeper sleep, the calmer moods.
But - am I about to become teetotal? No, I don't think I am. I still like the taste (and, if I'm totally honest, the effect). But some sort of sea change feels like its under way.
Hey, I've had a lot of fun - more than thirty years of fun. Maybe it's time to slow down.
Let's see.

Right.....

That's the last time I'm EVER drinking Jaegermeister and Red Bull :(
I think I need some sweet release in the form of digging through crates of vinyl at car boot sales.