The Money's Great, but the Nagging Desire Could Use Some Work.

A short note for those entire populations to whom this blog remains a mystery. I quit smoking. People have said to me, “good for you!” But while it is nice to have that sort of minor recognition from folks, I don’t feel the slightest touch of a patting hand on my back. I am still early in the process of quitting, you see: only five weeks gone since my last smoke. The physical withdrawal has lost its initial hammer-strength, and the money I’m saving can’t be beat. Still, I have not yet made my emotional peace with the dropped habit. As such, sitting in coffee shops with smoke billowing around the heads of the much calmer students not thirty feet away, I feel a lot like a diabetic studying in a chocolatier’s display case.