Sometimes, all I want is nice glass of cool wine at night. I don't drink very often since I was diagnosed with diabetes. I don't even drink socially. Perhaps, this is why I rarely go to the bar on Fridays. Maybe, this is why my bottle of white zinfandel sits in the refrigerator unopened and untouched. Perchance, this is why I don't visit my friends for a "drink."
Well, at least I won't go out like my father did, on dialysis and limited to 10 ounces of fluids per day.
But . . . sometimes, I just want a nice glass of wine.