Today is smoke-free day 230 (or will be when I wake up). I love that even if I am still counting, I don't really think about smoking as much anymore throughout the day. At some point in the past few months, it's just gotten easier, even compared to when Chantix was helping, and that much easier is just good.
The past two Friday nights I've fallen asleep on my side of the reclining sofa (mmm. reclining. sofa. that I'm glad I got on the cheap because I have bad scratchy cats) after dinner (a really fabulous dinner tonight). Yes, we eat dinner on the sofa, but we have an awesome lift top coffee table, just like this one so that makes it OK. After dinner is the inevitable and wonderful after dinner conversation. Then I recline. And take an accidental nap. Mid-conversation, like a 98 year old man. There is something very disconcerting about being asleep by 8:30PM on a Friday night, especially when I rarely make it to bed until midnight or so on school nights when I should be in bed earlier. I tell Tom to wake me up in 30 minutes but only vaguely remember telling him (nicely, I'm sure, in my sleep) to screw off, or something, and when I wake up, it's well after midnight. And I'm well rested. At midnight. And in the mood for coffee.
Last weekend, I just went to bed when I woke up realizing this had happened, and I still managed to sleep until about 9AM the next morning. This time, on principle, I'm staying up. And I'm having the whole coffee thing that I used to love about Friday nights. So there. My sleep is going to be every kind of screwed up, but Friday nights mean this much to me, even if it is technically the wee hours of Saturday morning.