Get thee behind me, Bacchus!

It's Thursday, so just as I did two weeks ago I came home with my throat dry from talking and with a feeling of elation at having taught a satisfactory class. Better circumstances for enjoying a beer you will never find. I surely wanted one, but I found myself concentrating instead on how to turn some leftovers into a meal and getting the news of the day from the family. When the meal was done I realized I could now stand the idea of not drinking. Desires come and possess us, but the sad and reassuring truth is that they pass. We are not constituted by our desires.