SockTart

Well, Robin and I chose yesterday as our quit date, and so far I’m doing OK. Tomorrow morning I’ll find out how Robin is doing. That’s the drawback…during the work-week, we only actually see each other for a half hour to an hour in the morning as I’m waking up.

Today he made breakfast for me while I took a shower. This made me a very happy girl.

I’m using the patch. I’m not wheezing like I used to. I’m sucking on altoids and other mints when I get cravings. Which feels like All The Freakin’ Time. Robin is going the cold-turkey route, and he’s rather…cranky. We’ll see whether or not I wind up tackling him and sticking a patch at the part of his back that he can’t reach, just to see if it helps.

I’ve gotten a couple of inches knit on Robin’s sock…and that’s just during break times at work.

The Cat is confused.

Don’t congratulate me yet. I’m not out of the woods, though support is always helpful.