I am into my third day of nonsmoking. I don’t miss the taste of the cigarette or the smell. I have always been one of those odd ducks who would really rather smell a cigar or a pipe. I miss the “commitment”.
The time I would spend smoking a cigarette in the morning, was the time I would sit out on the porch and listen to either the birds, the neighborhood kids, or the radio. The time I spent smoking a cigarette in the evening was time I would sit out on the porch and listen to either the tree frogs, the neighborhood kids, or the radio. Other than social smoking, I really never smoked much during the day.
Today marks my third day of being just a little edgy, not in the good way. The first day I brooded. I was so very melancholy I wanted to slap myself! I whined and cried and blamed the Gods for all my ills. I cried when the cats bothered me. They were crying not because of me, heaven’s no not those self-centered the world spins around me divas. They were crying because I hadn’t tended to their wants, yet. I had actually had the gall to change a routine! I didn’t wait on the porch (normally smoking) to let them go outside for a while. They come first and foremost…don’t they??!! Who would have ever thought I would want a cup of coffee at the computer instead of waiting for them? Just when they thought they had me trained….
Yesterday I had no patience and was tired. My sister’s grandchildren called me. They seem to have a knack of knowing when Antleigh needs a little pick-me-up. Usually, when I get a call from them, I hang up the phone and grin like a lizard for hours. There are five kids…typically they pass the phone nicely and you get to speak with all of them. I didn’t want to snap at them, so I said goodbye and hung up. I slept a lot yesterday. I slept about fifteen hours total, if you add up all the nap times.
Today, I am filled with pep and vigor. Ok, not as much pep as when I was a teenager, and the vigor is a little lacking too…but, I do feel pretty good. The cats didn’t complain too much about the altered morning routine. It’s a little cooler today, so my morning walk is a bit brisk. The sun is trying to shine (I’m with ya on that one buddy!). The first day of the rest of my life and all that blah, blah, blah stuff.
One thing I have noticed. “They” were right. I actually can smell better. That’s good AND bad. I had a pretty good blood hound nose to start with. Now???? That litter box is beginning to make me resentful towards those two cats. It’s all I can smell. I lit candles, I sprayed Fabreeze, I have room deodorizers, I can’t seem to get rid of the smell…too many parts per million! Yes, I cleaned it too...The old fat one played with his toys this morning (both old, just one is fat and the other skinny…Jack Sprat and all that)…good thing,..euthanasia….ok, not until they are decrepit…..good thing he got that toy out…slippers...
My sister, Holly, and my daughter, Chris, told me I should make certain everyone knows the withdrawal I am experiencing so they know I’m not as down as the last post portrayed. I’m just tryin’ ta kick the habit, man! Thankfully, cigarettes are all I have to quit at this time. Eating…..well, let’s just say we aren’t going to worry about that until February. Look out Halloween candy!! Omar the tent maker…we have an appointment for new clothes next March!