When A Bell Rings, An Angel Gets Her Wings

Right? They play the movie every year so it must be true.

Similarly, on the subject of my smoking cessation program, whenever I cough does a bartender somewhere declare “last call?” Does it force a South Carolina farmer to weep? [insert your joke here, or down there in the comments!]

…because, ladies and gentlemen, I’m here to tell you that this final chapter (we can hope!) in my smoking career has been less than fun. Normally, this would force me to suggest that if you’re still smoking, you should consider quitting. Normally I might say that, but I won’t. You’d need to be completely serious about quitting to go through this type of nonsense, so a monkey like me certainly isn’t going to convince you on the basis of a blog entry. Please.

Friends, it’s hard to get anything done at this point of the weekend except typing. For instance, I’d like to do a couple big projects today but you try moving furniture while you’re hacking up a lung. It’s nearly impossible!

The good doctor at work, hoping to make me feel better, let me know that this should only last for another six to eight weeks. That’s all? Whee.

Minimally, only five and half weeks left.

Your best pal,

bob

UPDATE: From my lovely sister; “When Uncle Bob hacks, there goes another pack…” Tee hee.