Greetings all:
When I was in recovery for another issue, I use to hate those people who quit cold turkey one sunny day and never looked back, never had a craving, and just skipped along as an EX-(fil-in- the- blank) singing a catchy tune. Really hated those guys.
Have I mentioned that, since i quit smoking (cold turkey) I have never had a craving? Or a desire to pick up? Now I know why I never understood them; they never understood the struggle.
I have been gone awhile, because I wanted to focus on myself and my health. Turns out, things are less than perfect, aerobic-wise and I have had to let the cycling go due to a minor COPD issue, due to --you-know-what. But I have the best PCP who, since October last year, has put me through all manner of tests to find out exactly what's going on and is working with me, so I have enormous confidence that I will be back on the bike in the not-too-distant future. Chester is still with me, and doesn't seem troubled at all, but is very glad for a much cleaner house.
I retired from Rice University last year in February and am now working on my Latin so I can finish my BA / History and graduate in Spring, 2022. Am also looking for something PT that requires me to be a smart vegetable. You know, like a Museum info officer. Something I can do by just saying, "Welcome to Blah, blah," then point where the person needs to go. I could do that for four hours. Sure.
In the meantime, I'm still playing with analog photography, gardening, and adding new things to the Colvin's Glorious Recipe Book, and when I go out I mask up, even though I've been fully vaccinated since April. I've also begun playing with Photoshop which is addicting -- and does not cause SOB. 😉
Life goes on.
Chester says hello. (And he has a PSA for the hardheads.)
Kind regards,
A
