It’s now 7:00 am on July 11.
Getting ready for my day, clean the kitchen and the litter boxes, feed my 2 cats.
As I sit down to enjoy my hot chocolate THERE IT IS, my husband’s cigarettes, just sitting there Hollering at me to do “just one”, “ one won’t kill you”.
I finished my morning beverage (had to quit coffee too big of a trigger), pop that lozenge, heading out to get groceries.
I think I’ll have a word with him when he gets up. I’m 19 days in, I sure don’t need this now.