It's that time again. A little over a year ago I quit for five months. I wish I hadn't started up again, but I did. Shoot me. I started the Step 1 patch on Monday. I had 3 cigarettes Monday, and 3 today. It may be a rough week.
I need a vacation. With the new job I've pretty much started all over. I haven't accumulated enough time for any real time off. My back kept me out for six days early last spring. Then, with the house purchase, came a half day for inspection, a half day for closing, a half day for the tree trimming... You get the idea. Throw in some illnesses and a back spasm or two and there goes my time. I'm looking forward to a 4-day weekend coming. I really don't want to do anything, but I may have to be with the in-laws while the Packer game is on. Oh well, minimal travel, I gotta remember to take beer, and focus on the game... The rest of the weekend I want for us here at home. I'm selfish. My batteries need recharging, more often than has been able this year.
