In the afternoon I took to my bed for an hour to fend off a migraine. I used to get migraines about once a week. These days it only happens if I'm really, really stressed. Going round two stores with my mother-in-law is stressful.
She probably finds it stressful too.
My father-in-law is very frail. He only leaves the house to keep medical appointments. When we returned home with my mother-in-law and the shopping he gave me a bottle of whisky to say thank you. It has been sitting unopened in his cupboard for a year (it will have been given to him as a pickmeup by his lodge brothers) and it will now sit unopened in mine.
I'm almost teetotal these days. Not from principle, simply from lack of interest. I wonder whether I ever had any great enthusiasm for alcoholic drinks. Yes, there are circumstances in which a bottle or beer or a glass of wine is appropriate and nice, but as a regular thing? No. Alcohol makes me tired and headachey. I'd rather drink tea. Tea is comforting.