Well, I just managed to hike nine miles in a little over three hours. I had about given out by the time I walked up my driveway to home. I hiked out to the end of spring road and a mile and a half out the dirt road it turns into and walked back. It was just a gorgeous day today. Pastures full of green winter grass and black and white cows greeted me as I walked. The day had grown very warm and the birds seemed to be rejoicing in the tepid temperatures after such a cold week. I, myself, managed to hike most of it in just some sweat pants and a t-shirt with my daypack slung over my shoulder. It felt almost balmy although it was in the high forties Fahrenheit. At the halfway point in my hike today, I sat and had a meal of two fried chicken breast sandwiches, two hard boiled eggs, and a thermos of whole milk.
Yesterday evening marked one whole week of quitting smoking cigarettes. I am now officially over the physical addiction and must now just break the habit of lighting up. Certain times are the hardest such as when I awake from sleep or after a meal. All prime lighting up times. I am determined this time though. I no longer want to be a slave to big tobacco. I was also smoking up to three packs a day at the end there. That is forty dollars a week of my budget money freed up. I am going to act like that money is already spent and will just save it. I need to rebuild my emergency fund.
George called me this morning just as I was finishing scrambling a pan of eggs. I stood over the stove with my cordless phone upon my shoulder as he apologized for last night. Luckily, Pookie doesn’t have a car and it would be a long walk to my house from hers. Hopefully, no wayfaring crack heads will show up anytime soon. I still couldn’t help but to be still slightly mad with George this morning. I have asked him several times not to do that. I trust George, but not the company he keeps some days.