Yesterday was not the first crap day I've ever had. I actually wrote a little book once (just handwritten, for my daughter) about all the things to know about Funks. Because they happen to everyone and there's often no reason at all. I can't blame "not smoking" for anything; I had PLENTY of crap days while I smoked. And usually smoked more than ever during them. Isn't that a pleasant thought? There I'd be, fuming or apathetic or depressed or whatever Funk du jour, simultaneously filling up the ashtray to overflowing. So helpful.
I learned a long time ago never to fight the Funk. When those days happen, I just have to wait them out. I let others know what's happening, warn them to keep clear, and let time work its magic. Chocolate helps, as does a comfy chair and blankie. What won't help anymore is wine, unfortunately. I haven't had a single sip of wine since quitting because I'm afraid of losing control of my vigilance.
Anyway. No whining. No blaming. No fighting. And most of all, NO SMOKING.