I can't remember the last time I thought about how many days I've been quit, or when I last even thought about my smoking. But I had a reminder today that felt so good, I wanted to share. We just got back from a 175 mile weekend road trip to see our son. So two long car rides, several meals out, attended an NFL preseason game, and stayed at my son's cool new apartment and met our new grand kittens! When we woke up this morning, my wife said she was surprised at how well she slept in an unfamiliar bed. And then, out of the blue, told me how glad she was I quit smoking since she could never sleep with all my snoring, raling, rattling lung sounds all night long. Apparently all that stopped within a couple weeks of my quitting.
That got me to thinking about my smoking for the first time in months, and I realized what a different weekend this could have been. Instead of having a blast with our son and his kittens, if I was still a smoker, I would have been miserable all weekend trying to figure out when I could sneak a smoke. I'm pretty glad I quit too 
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