Underwear
I am going to be rather “brief” today. I actually wear boxers, though.
I ran 10 miles this morning to finish up the week. I think anyway, I had better check my total miles later, just in case. It was very cloudy but not rainy….. good running weather for me.
I spent the day writing up a presentation coming soon. It was exhausting with all the fussing and finessing of things. I was bushes when I was done.
It is still so ingrained in me that when I complete a difficult task (like putz-ing and fussing with this damn presentation), that my reward as I head off to home would be a large bowled pipe of whatever was my favorite tobacco of the moment. Then I would while driving, turn up quite loud, the classic music station on the truck’s radio. The two would usually temper my exhaustion so I would arrive home relatively jolly and appreciative of my accomplishment. Or, conversely, I would have gone to see my FIL for libations, pipes, and discussion.
I miss both of those end points to a hard work day.
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4 Comments:
Did you still do the music part, at least?
Almost like the proverbial "cigarette after sex" I guess. I read about your struggles with missing those days of filled pipes, and I wonder why I don't feel the same. Don't get me wrong. I still occasionally wonder if I could have a cigarette and enjoy it. The thought that I could scares the shit out of me. I struggled for so long to quit, I never want to return to those days. Maybe it's the fear of relapse that keeps me from lusting after a cigarette. Hell, whatever works to keep the cigarettes out of my mouth I guess.
It's a relief to finish a big project and the release seems appropriate for some sort of celebration whether a pipe, an IPA or both. :)
I'm sure you do.
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