145 days. More than some, less than others. But what's important is that it's a record for me. Yesterday for some reason it dawned on me that hey, it's been a hundred and forty four days since any nicotine has coursed my veins. Laugh but it's true. If I spent the night at someone else's house when I was a kid, I'd get nicotine withdrawals. When I was growing up, parents repainted the insides of their homes every few years to cover up the nicotine stains on the walls. So hey,it just hit me all of the sudden like I was at the crest of a pole vaulting pole or something. NEVER been in this place. I was looking behind me at how far I've come and how high I'd climbed. Hey. I'm not afraid of heights. But I am afraid of falling. And then the KTC peace showed up when I remembered that its eyes forward and ODAAT. BooYaah !!!