Okay, tomorrow is the big day.  I stop smoking.  I'm already nervous about it, but it's time...past time.  I figure tomorrow won't be too bad but by Wednesday I'll be a rip-roaring witch and that's the day my hubby gets home from his trip.  Should be fun.

Today it seemed as if I did nothing but ran errands.  I hate those days.  I went to the grocery store, took some medicine to my daughter, ran to pick up a car we'd had in the shop.  I got home and got ready to settle in to write and my daughter called and told me she had a doctor appointment.  Since she isn't driving these days I am the taxi.  So, it's not after six and I'm just getting back into the computer chair and I'm pooped.

I have enough on my plate that I can't afford to lose too many days.  I need to write at least ten pages a day...starting tomorrow...when I quit smoking...when I slowly go insane!

Take care and keep reading!

Carla