No further change. I'm eyeing up those cigars and the unopened pack of tobacco and wishing I'd said four days instead of seven. Otherwise, nothing new to report.
Well, I have proved to myself (if to nobody else) that if I should ever become bored of smoking, it will be no effort to just stop. I'd like to light up now but I fixed the experiment to 7 pm Friday and I'll see it through. Because of bloody-mindedness more than anything else.
Yes, I'm missing smoking but I'm not frantic about it. I miss it in the same way I miss eggs when there are none in the fridge. I want to smoke but I don't have to.
Friday night is cigar night. If it's a nice evening I'll fire up the chimenea too.