As I sit and work (listening to The Alan Parsons Project's Some Other Time), I realize that it has almost been a thousand days since I last smoked.
Despite topsy-turvy world, smoking doesn't even figure into my life any more. The rare thought of smoking usually is the vaguely occasional far-off call of nicotine - like whispers at a seance. The thing is, I'm not listening.
Back to work. There are more important things in the world than nicotine. So there.
