They attack the one man with their hate and their shower of weapons. But he is like some rock which stretches into the vast sea and which, exposed to the fury of the winds and beaten against by the waves, endures all the violence and threats of heaven and sea, himself standing unmoved.
- Vergil, Roman Epic, Didactic, and Idyllic Poet (B.C. 70-19)
I can always make it one day, no problem, but here it is January 2, and why do I feel absolutely stir crazy to go outside for a smoke?
I’m the only smoker in the house so I don’t want to inflict it on my wife and step-daughter, so I do all my smoking outside. Day one was no problem, but here we are day two, and I can literally feel my body rising and halfway out the chair before I remind myself, oh yeah, I’m not smoking any more.
There are two cigs left over from New Year’s Eve, and I’m thinking it might actually be easier to keep them on hand than pitching them in the trash. Maybe I’ll be ready to say good bye to those final two by week’s end. All I know is, I hope day three is easier than day two.