Day 8 - the Continuing Saga

I haven't smoked for 8 days, 8 whole days. That is 240 cigarettes that I haven't smoked. I can't imagine doing anything 240 times, let alone raising fire to my mouth that many times. Today, the cravings are swirling like a far off wind, like something is unsettled in my distance. It's not close up, it's not something I feel that I have to do, it is not something that is begging to be answered, or needs to be fought off, but it is there, like a dripping tap in the next room, or shooters over the hills firing their guns. It's not immediate, it is not directly apparent, but it is still there.