I chilled the house down to about 68 last night so I'd sleep very snug under a down comforter. And I did.
This morning started out fine. Coffee and an English muffin. No cigs.
Reading e-mail. Reading blogs. No cigs.
Now it's a little after 11 and...well, every picture tells a story, don't it?
Gotta go move around. I am as twitchy as a horse.