And it's not a loss, it's a pause. Didge finally couldn't stand it anymore, and bought a pack of cigarettes yesterday. We'd been using the dining room as a "smoking lounge" of sorts, but I decided (to make it more challenging for both of us - high stress and cocktails, remember?) that it's time to go to a no-smoking-in-the-house rule. How to enforce it, I don't know - Didge has very little respect for such things. And I can tell he's going to ignore this as soon as I'm in bed because he ignored me when I informed him that I'm quite serious about this a few minutes ago.
He employed his signature innocent tone when I asked him about it just now, and sang a little song about rong dong donga donga. Rebellion is imminent.
This week, I will be contacting my physician about a prescription for Xanax. It's either that or I'll be on the roof in a lawn chair popping the neighbors' backsides with a BB gun while reciting "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" in Portuguese. And I don't even speak Portuguese.
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