I'm glad to be home for the entire weekend but it does pose the issue of driving the block or so to the corner gas station and buying a pack. That almost happened until I forced myself to leave the parking lot and go home to bed. It's crazy how that "Just One" mentality creeps in ... nothing bad happened. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just One popped up and I almost succumbed to smoking. I'm really glad I didn't.
Today I'm doing laundry, taking the dog for multiple walks, doing my nails, and general stuff that I've been neglecting to do. May as well take advantage of my nervous and jittery self and get this stuff out of the way LOL! I doubt I'll be like this forever.