Quitting smoking? Grrrr.....it sucks, and yet most days I'm pretty ok with it. I was only smoking at work, because my family doesn't smoke and mostly hate those who do. So when my lungs became super-corroded I decided to quit, again, and using knitting, again, as the crutch.
I am thinking I quit on September 7th...but I might have smoked a random cigarette I found in my purse on the following Sunday. Which would have been the 13th. So whatever, it's been almost 3 weeks and I haven't slipped once. YAY ME!
Still at the violet scarf at work. I keep it in my locker and get it out at break to try and structure my time so I don't miss smoking. Whatever it takes, I guess.
Big plans this fall...maybe. We'll see how any plans I make turn out. I want to take the Old Man to the fair for his birthday (It's actually before his birthday but we are adults here.)I have vacation scheduled for my birthday. Mostly to burn some hours and not be at work. Who wants to accept getting older AND work?? It's so not cool. I haven't worked my birthday in probably 20 years. And don't intend to.
Anyway we all know what happens to me when I have vacation time. I somehow end up at some random casino like I have money to throw away. Idiot!
Ah, happy times!
So the latest from the Old Man is, he thinks the fuzz from my yarn is affecting my lungs. I hope this isn't true because I don't know how I would live without knitting. I may have to look for fuzzless yarn? I don't know. He tries to take care of me, but look at this crazy life I lead, knitting and all. Sharp needles, fuzzy yarn...I'm a wild woman!