Thanks, everyone. I was feeling so great last night about not wanting another drink. It wasn't that I was choosing not to have a second drink with dinner, it was that I actually didn't even want it. That is a new feeling for me. So, when my daughter shared her sad news with me when we got home, it was so upsetting that the first thing I did, after giving her a big hug, was open a bottle of red. I didn't think about it, I didn't try to talk myself out of it, I just went to the basement and brought up a bottle of wine. I guess that has been my MO for so long that I shouldn't have been surprised. If it took me all these years to get here, I shouldn't expect for everything to be totally different in 13 weeks.
I had four drinks before I was done last night and woke up this morning with a hangover. I got really depressed and sad and then I remembered something. I used to wake up hungover four to five days a week. This was my first hangover in a long time, a couple of months probably.

So rather than beat myself up about it, I am choosing to look at it as a reminder of what once was. I can't believe I started so many of my days feeling so crappy. I don't know how I did it.
Jaba, I can identify with the impatience of waiting to have a drink. There were many times I couldn't wait for my husband to go to bed so I could have "one more".
Thanks again for all the support. I have never been to AA but I can see the benefit of being with people who understand what you are going through. Even if I was sharing with family and friends, they would never fully understand how I feel the way that you do.