About a week ago I turned sixty days old. Now that seems like old news and nothing about quitting smoking seems, um, exciting. The "challenge" of avoiding them seems to have evaporated and life seems oddly normal, as if cigarettes were never ever there. Having never experienced this before, I'm not sure what to make of it. It is not as if I don't remember ever smoking, it's just that there seems virtually no difficulty in avoiding them. I have not had a serious craving for some time, and while I do not think my sense of smell is yet fully recovered, that aspect of my quit-ness appears to be the only reminder that I'm an ex-smoker.
The house, meanwhile, is smelling better every day, no thanks to Chester's feral friend who occasionally manages to get in while I'm at work, (long story,) and spritz the place. But cat spray can be abated in a few hours; cigarette smoke which has permeated the wall paint and every rug and thread fiber in the place, not so much. De-smoking the joint takes time. Why, just yesterday, I was noticing the smoke smell of the carpeted stairwell leading to the second floor. This, BTW, is also a sign of my ever-improving olfactory senses. I never noticed the smelly stairwell before. It got a good spritzing with some deodorizer. The deodorizer is a stop-gap until I have the carpets cleaned. Which is the next step after I had the house cleaned by the so-called professionals. One step at a time, as they say.
Plant-wise, while they may not contribute to a renewed oxiginated living space, the indoor plants are doing well and livening up the place. Just this weekend I added a Peace Lilly to the collection. Because, honestly, what living room doesn't deserves that shopping mall treatment? Poof! Peace lilies, BTW, do well in low light. La-de-da! I gots meself a list of low-light plants and I am working my way through it. I added two ZZ Plants as well, but they're in the carport fronting the split leaf philodendrons. (my other low-light space.)
So that's it from Colvin Smoke-Free Central. Here's hoping your smoke-free weekend was not as hum-drum Or maybe hum-drum and ordinary is a good thing?
Peace and gratitude,