The dreaded Friday evening turned out to be just another evening. After cleansing for 6 days, I didn’t yearn for wine when suppertime rolled around. Reluctant vegan husband is another story, but I’ll let him do the talking for himself. He did bring up the thought that without wine (and food) to celebrate the weekend, Friday night is just like the rest of the week – in a bad way, apparently. What are your thoughts on this view?