Thursday, February 26, 2009

Lent, not borrowed...

Well, its Lenten season.

I've been thinking for a couple of weeks about giving up something for 40 days. I don't really get the point of just 40 days, so I couldn't really come up with anything to give up. Its a tradition and it has its merits, but nothing really struck a chord with me.

Then I smoked last night.

I don't smoke often. A couple of kretek cloves every now and then. A cigar, perhaps once a year or so. But lately I've noticed that my allergies and sinuses hate me the day after I've smoked. Like this morning.

So here's the idea: give it up for 40 days, give it up permanently.

I'm not saying I won't have my annual cigar. But the Djarum Blacks, those slow burning sticks of joy, need to be set aside.

Its a little sad. Like choosing to leave behind a good friend. Someone who brings a smile to your face and good scent to the air. I know its for the better, though, and I know the wife will be happy.

To quote Sheffield: "I'll let you know how it goes."