The pressure is on. Between Norman's knee problems, the basement renovation, the clutter I'm living in because of the reno, and the Bush administration, I'm teetering near the brink of sanity.
Everyone around me smokes: including Tom, my sister, my contractor and all the guys that are working on the house.
I haven't had a cigarette in 2 years, 3 months and 7 days.
As long as I keep reminding myself about huge cancer risk of smoking, I'll be ok, but this isn't easy.