26

It's been 26 hours since my last cigarette. I know to some of you, 26 hours is not so long, but I'm thrilled. The crazy energy rush is gone, but I'm still being productive today. I have to wake Joey up soon to run some errands. Ethan's school is dismissing an hour early for the snow and ice that isn't anywhere near here yet. I'm sure he's thrilled and will be praying for a snow day tomorrow. I also need to figure out what I'm making for dinner so I can grab anything I might need at the store while I'm out. Oh, and my mom has to run us around for those errands because my lovely van is making weird grinding noises.