Beer and Fags

 It's Friday evening. How things change. Where once I would have been having a G&T or a beer, I am now waiting for adult swim time and a gentle extra half-mile. It's also a fast day so, nothing to eat until mid-afternoon tomorrow. These aspects of the new life are ... odd, and even after months, I have to remind myself what I am doing and or what I am going to do, and the reasoning behind it.

Here's an odd thing. I smoked a little for a lot of years, but generally more on the weekend, and particularly on a Friday when I let my hair down (so that includes a few doobies ... he says airily as if it was a passing foible, ahem). There is in my opinion a physiological hangover for all those years. Without exception, Saturday mornings under the new regime of no booze and no fags, involves coughing as if the new regime isn't in place. My body has habituated to coughing on Saturday mornings because it did for so many years. Unconscious muscle memory, and I guess because I was always a light smoker with a propensity for a weekend binge the effect is more noticeable because of the one-off peak.