A "no whiskey" and "no beer" in the house edict goes into effect in the morning. I am tired of being tempted, and I've been very weak of will lately. George is going to hate this as one of his favorite drinking spots is my Lazy Boy recliner while we "shoot the shit." It may be the end of George's almost daily visits. Mrs. Florene is wise not to let him drink inside and I am following her cue.