I'm going to be off my game for the next few days. Once again, for the second time in less than a year, I'm attempting to quit smoking. Most of you will remember the first attempt last November which lasted until Christmas when I fell off the tobacco wagon and landed in a pile of nicotine addiction. I wish I had a story as good as my pal Ed who smoked his first cigarette in some time and ended up in jail. But nothing that romantic happened to me. Actually, it was just a night at a bar in a state that still allows smoking in bars and I couldn't resist the urge. I promised myself that as soon as I got back to San Diego I would stop again, but on the way home, I found out about the baby. Soon after, we started planning the move away from San Diego. It was too much stress for a guy who uses smoking for stress relief.
Now here I am a few months away from the birth of my baby and I need to make good on my promise to Elaine, to myself, and to my baby that I will give up this habit that's killing me slowly and robbing me of diaper money. That's why e-mail may go unanswered for the next few days, blog posting will be hit and miss, and if you see me in the streets make sure not to give me that look. Actually, there's no fear of seeing me around town because I'll be under covers hiding from the baby that keeps crawling across my ceiling.
And sucking on nicotine lozenges.