That call of wine, even with all my recent traveling, has been getting softer and softer. I know it happens like a post-op course, the way I explain it to patients: It's not steadily a little better every single day! There are good days and not-so-good days, but the general trend it toward getting well. In the same way- I know from reading the very helpful posts on various sober blogs- that one can be progressing along, minimal problems with resisting wine- and suddenly, whammo, that Wolfie steps out from behind a tree, crooks his fingers, and hisses: "Come find happiness with me". So I am staying alert, and planning defense strategies for when that happens.
But for today, for me, all is calm.