DAY FIVE AND STILL COUNTING

     Monday morning I decided to quit smoking for about the 200th time this year but this time I have managed to advert that stinking dreaded addiction for five days now. It hasn't been easy trying to bypass the strange yet fascinating buzz they call withdrawal symptoms.Tuesday was the worst since I had to face all of my smoking friends and try not to freak out too much. The buzzing would kick in leaving my head spinning and my heart racing. It would feed my brain with the same message: "all you need is one puff and the torment will go away." Since I'm almost a pro at quiting only to fall off the wagon again, I stuck my nose in a fresh spring flower, took a deep breath of moist fragrant air since it rained all week, and just tried to stay busy.
     Even with my free taxi cab service, I've found time to get some much needed housework finished. The front porch is now looking fab and when I have time to relax I can really get into the grandma in a rocking chair mode, even if I don't have any grand kids. The dishes are done, the living room cleaned and the vacuum serviced once again. All they need is about two months or less for the kids to tear them up again. Nothing will spoil my dream of having them all move out and getting the house to myself for the first time ever.
     It really has been a good week apart from those few instances of road rage that suddenly overwhelmed me but I didn't wreck and nobody was hurt so no harm done. Of course I may have made the other driver a little insecure when I threatened to shove my arm up their rear. I think its time to take my Saint John's Wart again.My work is never finished and there is so much more that I want to share but it's  time for my head to retire to my pillow for the night so until next time.