To everyone who was sweet to me yesterday, or helped knock some sense into me, or just let me know they were listening to me, please accept my heartfelt and humble "thank you". It means the world to me to know you are all out there. And please know that I'm rooting for all of you guys every bit as much as you guys are rooting for me.
Last night, Jeff got a pizza for us, put the pot roast in the fridge, petted me and put me to bed. I love that man. I got some good sleep last night, despite several middle-of-the-night ambushes by Kenneth and Barbara (our 11 week-old kittens). The sun came up this morning. It appears that I survived my own wallow yesterday.
On to Day Eight. I am a non-smoker.
