OK - time to get on the wagon again. Oh, I know, I've been on and off the wagon like a city bus. At this point, I might consider it a new form of "recovery" - no smoking or drinking for a few months or years at a time when I can muster the discipline for it, and no beating myself up when I indulge. Otherwise - I might find it all too maddening - and not try altogether.
So after a day with no cigarettes and no wine or beer after work, I feel awesome. Slept like a baby, woke up fresh and clear headed. I also feel pretty moronic and stupid, for foregoing this feeling for the last 3-1/2 months. But no more beating my idiot, lame, pathetic self up.
Time for a walk - even if it is raining - I need to pick the elderberries growing down the road before the birds get to them.
