One of the things that I've never mentioned about myself is that I am a smoker. Last Tuesday night at 7p.m. I smoked my last one. No patch, no pill, no gum, just cold turkey done with them. Now it's a matter of fighting the urge to break down and smoke just one little cigarette. They say that it only takes 72-96 hours to get past the addiction to nicotine but after that there is still the urge to go back. To make matters worse, I'm getting a cold or something so instead of being able to go out and take a walk I've come home from work every day and flopped on the couch until bed time.
We are at least greening up and the pear blossoms have finally made an appearance.
Saturday we went to Duboise to attend Wade's daughters graduation from Penn State. While I'm sitting there in the auditorium my phone starts ringing first my daughter calling, then my son. I text them back to tell them where I'm at and can't answer the phone. So they both ask me what happened to my brother's daughter. What? How should I know and what are you talking about? It was all over facebook that my 23 year old niece passed away Saturday morning.
So I head off to work today still wanting a cigarette but still saying no. I'm praying for strength for my brother and his wife that they can carry on.
If I have any focus left once I get home from work I'll attempt to get caught up with all of you.
