I definitely smoked more than a pack yesterday. I started out today with only five cigarettes left in yesterday’s pack. I’ve always known I’m an emotional smoker. Yes, I’m addicted to the nicotine and all that, but if I’m super happy – I smoke less, angry – I smoke a lot more, stressed – similar to anger, more or less, depending on the stressor, and so on. So yeah, I smoked a lot yesterday and I’m not happy about that. On the upside for today, I did my morning routine, visited with Daughter (she didn’t have any cigarettes on her) for a bit, drank a cup of coffee and took my morning meds, all before having my first cigarette. Yay, me!
The day itself was fairly calm, although Joplin – female GSD – pissed me off with her barking at imaginary foes because she triggers Cooper in to alert mode and he starts in with his booming barks. He’s still a puppy at fifteen months, but he’s huge and has the lung power to really send a message out! Any ways, that was in the evening, sometime after the sun went down. It’s now 9:20 and I have coffee brewing – love my nighttime coffee! – and both Shepherds are crated. Joplin cause I’m still a bit aggravated with her and Cooper for my safety, the boy goes nuts for the smell of coffee! *laughs* He’s most definitely my dog.
I was with Daughter for a bit, picking granddaughter up from work and then riding a couple of towns over, to the drug store that carries her mother-in-law’s medicine. All told, about two hours with two other smokers. I did smoke, I think, possibly two cigarettes, but for the most part I vaped. And grandson entertained us with his singing, noises and oddball questions that only a three-year-old is capable of. So, I think I shall work on the blankie I’m knitting for him and sip my peppermint mocha coffee; and I am so outtie….