I have five Camel Lights left in the final box. Coffin nails begone. But I must smoke the boogers, you know. I hate waste.



Sometime today I will claim my first nicotine fit and probably fire up one of my many pipes. I have a good supply of my old tobacco mix in well-secured and maintained bags. And when that is all gone, probably around the end of May or early June, I will be down to the cigar humidor's contents.

Cigar smokers, purchase one of those cheap tickets on Southwest and fly to Columbus so we can enjoy the Havanas that I have (scored through an old friend and connection on the west coast who is currently relaxing in Lompoc, CA, in a federal establishment, for disregarding a vague law about embargoes.)

Sometime today it will get to me. I will become a b-tch and a surly man. But I will survive and flourish.