Traditionally I blog on September 5 to note another year has passed since I walked away from my old friend, demon tobacco. This year that date came and went without a thought. During my walk this evening, I decided to jog for a while and noticed that I did not become winded; running felt natural. It was enjoyable. That event reminded me how long it has been since I had a smoke.
Should fate bless me with another 21 years on this earth, my association with cigars will resume and I plan to continue that friendship until the end of my days. Until then I need to make the most out of what is left of this ambulatory old carcass of mine.