I am trying to not smoke until 3pm. In two hours. I have no problem doing it when I am outside of the house. But sitting at home is different: way harder. it must be boredom.

The sun is shining and hubby just left for the park to go read poetry (Edna St Vincent Millay I think) with Billy.  I decided to stay behind with Whiskey and read here and write. Hubby wants to do a picnic at some point. I suppose I could make egg salad sandwiches. With cheese pieces, fruits and nuts. And beverages.