I am back on the wagon. For a while in the last few weeks, I was dragged behind the wagon, occasionally backed over by the wagon, and sliding through piles of the stuff that wagon-pullers leave behind.

The gum helps me immensely, though I still have to remind my enabler friends that I am not smoking. Most importantly, I must keep a stock of the gum around at all times. It is sometimes hard to find, compared to cigarettes.