Funny how that works, isn't it? You see a picture and boom! You're there.
Before I quit, I would go every morning to the front porch with my dog and coffee and cigs and do puzzles. I haven't done any puzzles for the past week as I didn't want to be on the porch. (I know; I don't need to do them on the porch, but that's my puzzle spot!) I went on the porch this morning as it's raining AGAIN and started doing one of my puzzles. It just didn't feel right, so I came inside for coffee and Perry Mason instead. I just may have to find a new place to do puzzles and forgo the front porch for a while longer.
My jaws are not as tight this morning, but my gums are a little sore still. I didn't dream of smoking last night that I can recall.
I have bubbles on my grocery list 
Right now, it's raining to beat the band and I think the gloom is getting under my skin. The outdoors and I will make friends again in nothing flat!
I've been making tote bags all day, or at least making parts of them to put together whenever. Sewing takes me away. I took a short nap and am sucking on mints. I'll hold off on my puzzles for a bit. Crossword puzzles aren't going away anytime soon.
For the record, I want to run out in the woods and scream at the top of my lungs. but I will let Homer do it for me.
I hate smoking for so many reasons, but the biggest one is that I hate it because I started it and continued it and got hooked on it. When I started, the world smoked and there were no warnings or surgeon general telling us not to do it. There were adults who told us we had to be 18 to smoke, but we could buy them anywhere at whatever age we were. We smoked at home, at school, at work, at the store, at the mall, in the frickin hospital. I knew enough to not smoke when I was pregnant both times, but I picked it back up as soon as I gave birth. Somewhere in there, it became less than socially acceptable to smoke and restaurants started smoking or nonsmoking seating, then total nonsmoking, then no smoking in bars and all the places we used to light up. We became relegated to going outside, winter/summer/spring/fall/rain/snow/whatever, huddling in groups or alone, to keep smoking.
Anyway, that part kind of pisses me off. I'm so glad my kids don't smoke.
Back to being antsy and wanting to scream. Day 8 continues.
