D(idge) Day!

Today is Didgeridoo Boy's birthday! We've been celebrating since last week, and are trying to decide what to do tonight - this is the last shebang. This, as the departed MJ said, is it. Tomorrow?

No more smoking. Which means adult beverages are also gone for the foreseeable future, as those tend to trigger more of this nasty behavior.

I'm not going to lie, this is a worry as much as it is a relief. I have my own struggles with those little packs of evil - drinks or high stress make me run for them. And since taking up with Didge, I've gotten worse. It's not his fault - I chose to follow his example. But, ever since we first set off together, he's said he would quit after celebrating his 40th. That is today. His last is my last. While I'm looking forward to being free of this element, I'm apprehensive about what the next few days are going to be like. Didge isn't pleasant when in the throes of a "nic fit". Me? I can go for weeks, but what happens when I get zizzed out or have a margarita?

So what's the plan? I am going to camp out in the bedroom and leave him the hell alone. Have computer, can hide. If I need him? I can either call him from my mobile on the land line downstairs, or message him via Facebook. There is no need for me to cross his sure-to-be-nasty path. Totsi the Dog can stay with me, and we can go for walks out the front door. When he is ready to be around people again, I will come out of hiding, but not before. I'm thinking of it as a kind of retreat.

Yeah, right. People, this is going to *suck*. The next few days could very well be *bad*. But as sketched out as I am over the potential for emotional trauma over the next few days, I know this will be worth it.

What's next? "Sweatin' to the Oldies" after dinner?