Day 59 ramblings,
Moving to Northern California at the end of the month. Cleaning the garage and tossing stuff. Found an old humidor with a few cubans in it I had boxed up. Tossed them with the rest of the junk in that box. I thought, oh well, guess I can't smoke cigars ever again. Never did much anyway, but the important part, was that was all there was to it. No great crave, no dilemma, no sadness, just a realization.
I take that two ways.... first, I take it as a sign that my quit is strong.
Second, I take it as a sign that the nic-bitch is trying to lull me complacency, and to fight that I need to get on KTC and read and post. So, here I have been.