As I posted in the Daily, I smoked my first cigar in over 6 weeks today. Mag 54, of course. I gotta tell you -- I'd been feeling pretty shitty lately; I think the isolation in this fucking room has finally been getting to me. Getting to sit outside today in sunny weather, reading with a cigar while the dog ran around the yard like an idiot, I can't tell you how much that helped, and how... recharged I am feeling right now. I cut my hair and shaved tonight for the first time since the day before I broke my arm, and I feel almost human again.
I'm not sure if the cigar thing might be a daily happening without pushback from die Frau, but I'll take what I can get at this point.