Today is two months since I quit smoking.
There are days when I don't think about it at all.
And there are days when the cravings make me think about doing unspeakable things to those I love, said scenarios involving chainsaws and machetes.
Today is one of those days. But I will get through it, as I have gotten through the past eight weeks.
I could always direct my energies here, and finally post something I've been working on for two weeks that's sure to ruffle feathers and raise some eyebrows. Or not. That machete is sure looking good.
Two months. I hope you don't mind if I congratulate myself. I had no confidene in getting this far without falling off the wagon. I surprise even myself sometimes.