It seemed like yesterday when I thought about this, there were a dozen things to talk about here. Now, the brain is devoid of much thought. I could mention how Jimmy's dad isn't calling back even though we spoke to his mom Saturday. I guess I just did. You know, platitudes rush in during times like this (like father like son, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree etc) and I'm slightly comforted that we are not the first to have experienced the reason for such sayings. Still, every cloud has a silver lining even though sometimes you can't see it since it's at the end of the tunnel, you know, where the light is. (I'd like to think I'm being clever, but retarded is more like it)
Cut me some slack, it's day seven. Week one. Done. I've been haunting the Quitnet site which has a wonderful forum area where you can lurk or participate in discussions. I love the NOPE (not one puff even) slogan and the way they make you promise to post on the forum if you are about to break down and smoke. After you post, you must wait for two replies. This is usually long enough to get you through the crisis. I haven't done that, nor will I (ah so pompous) unless necessary.
I'll go now. I just can't get it together to be interesting today. I think my brain chemistry is changing.
Time smoke-free: 6 days, 8 hours, 40 minutes and 4 seconds
Cigarettes NOT smoked: 191
Lifetime saved: 1 day 11 hours
Money saved: $32.00