Today is smoke-free day 353, and I'm just content.
I have no real complaints in general that come to mind without digging, I have no real desire to smoke today unless I really stop to think about it, and I am glad that the hardest part of that battle is already somewhere behind me. I miss Tom during this "apartness" dearly, always, but we are adapting to what's temporary and keeping our eye on the prize, a day at a time like most things in my life. The cats are fat and happy, while I've lost over 10 pounds since March (this was going to be a very long post about that, but I hated both versions of it I wrote, and you would have, too, so? it's not, and you're welcome).
This is probably the most boring post you could ever read, and it's the kind of just plain nothing going on that won't make the news, but I'm OK with that. Perfect with that, actually. As long as I don't go looking for trouble, this day could end up pretty all right. And some days just that is just enough.