It is amazing how time races right passed you, or me in this case. Its been like that since I turned my television off permanently back on 9/11/2001. I don’t have any sense of the passing of time any how so things tend to distort and then at some seemingly irrelevant point it all catches up to me in a surreal mental explosion.
That is basically what I am feeling today. The old man, my father died two years ago this coming February. Meta has been rolling along on her manuscript to a staggering 940 pages which I find impressive. I on the other hand have been trying tto quit smoking with less than remarkable success. Managing up to four days smoke free at a time. The problem is that I don’t want to quit and only under the condition that this state of quit would only be a temporary thing have I been able to achieve what little success I have had so far. I figure the better approach would be to limit not only the number of packs I buy in any given month but also limit the number of days I smoke.
I’ve been two days smoke free this night and i hope to sty that way until the afternoon of the seventeenth the Thursday next. I’m not doing this for my health. Meta and I live on a small fixed income and in this economy, especially food prices. the cost of everything is becoming obscene so if I cut down on my luxury because we need the cash for other stuff in our little life.
No Matter and No Worries.
Everything seems to work out one way or the other