hingent That was the river; this is the sea.
At what point do you get to check this off as done? I mean, this past week has seen two of what I would consider as the most challenging scenarios addressed and put to bed with little to no issue. On Thursday night Dad and Uncle Butch were in town, and we had, as per usual, a ton of wine, and a big group of us went to How Can Be for karaoke, where I proceeded to have seven hundred and fifty gin and tonics, without once craving a cigarette. And then again with this weekend’s road trip, no craving despite hours in the car.
However, hubris is a tricky thing; could be the moment I mark this “I did it!” I suddenly have to chain-smoke an entire pack of Camel-wide-no-filters or something. Plus, maybe it’s like with alcoholics or something and you’re never really a “recovered” smoker.


