This morning’s coffee selections in the work cafeteria were described as a choice between “nutty and balanced” or “smoky and smooth.”
Don’t I know it.
I’m not keeping track of “How Long?” since the last cigarette. Partly because that’s the way I’ve conditioned myself and partly because the last day or so has been one solid black hole. A couple cravings have been acute, but I’m otherwise simply dealing with a body trying to deal with the changes my lack of drug use has wrought.
I did eat considerably more last night than I usually do. A bowl of cereal followed dinner proper and only a desire for health and goodness prevented a late night bag of microwave popcorn. Today, I did nosh some low-salt tortilla chips