Much ado at the 912. At the end of this month I'm giving up cigarettes.
I can hear you all gasp audibly.
Who smokes in the perfect world of blogland?
Me.
So we're planning my exit strategy.
Last night we joined a new gym, close enough to the house that I can walk there. One excuse gone for the non driver. I also booked a few sessions with a trainer to get me back on track so to speak.
I have a prescription waiting to be filled at the pharmacy for one of the many non smoking aids available to us sinners.
And I have told everyone my plan.
Now I'm telling all of you.
I work better when I'm held accountable. And I need all the help I can get.
My co workers are frightened. Our roommate is hoping he can get out to town for work the first week of November.
Me? I'm hopeful.
And GG? She's jubilant.
It's going to be a particularly scary Halloween this year, me thinks.
