I’ve tried to quit smoking elebenty bajillion times since I first picked up a cigarette in 1990. I’m trying again, cold turkey this time.

I’ve not been successful before, but hopefully this time will stick. I chose today because Jez is out of town for a few days, and I’d prefer she missed the worst of me. She’s been incredibly supportive and encouraging in every way, and this is no exception.

But I’m a mess when I try to quit, and I don’t want her to see that. It’s not pretty.

I may or may not post a bunch here, but I’m going to try to keep my hands occupied with the camera.

Wish me luck.