Someone tried to break into my house yesterday afternoon when I was gone. They smashed the front window, then got scared away by the alarm. I had one 7 oz glass of wine last night, and am having one 7 oz glass of wine tonight. I would love an entire bottle of wine, but I am sharing the bottle with my husband and cousin, and they have agreed not to have any more than that in the house. That is my way of controlling it at the moment -- I know if it's around I will drink it. This has thrown a wrench into my vacation plans. I had planned to take a road trip next week with the entire family, and now it just might be me and the kids, and my husband might have to stay home for repairs and watching the house. Such a disappointment. Sigh. I want to write more, but my daughter is right here. More later.