I had to look up that 709 number. I haven't thought about how many days of freedom I have since maybe last April. I can't remember the last crave or urge to smoke I had. That was probably a year ago as well. And yet...
I've been super busy at work doing several projects at once. It's finally winding down, and I just completed several of the last tasks to do. I get up to use the restroom, and as I'm walking out I think, "I'm halfway outside anyway, might as well go have a smoke to celebrate my accomplishments". I started patting my pockets for my pack and lighter, and then immediately starting laughing out loud. Luckily, no one was around.
Not looking for advice. I don't have any urge to smoke. I liken it more to a brain f*rt. Like walking out without my car keys, or walking into a room and forgetting why I came in. Just an old habitual thought that got muddled in with all the others in my over-worked brain today. Happy Wednesday everyone! 
