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So, this whole nicotine patch has been bugging me as it's generally prolonging things as opposed to ending them. I mean, it works, but the impatient side of me is ready to just get on with the stupid withdrawal and get over the whole thing. Like: either quit or don't, but the easing through is more frustration than last time I quit.

So, yesterday, I took the thing off, didn't put on another, and I've been patch-free since then. And I'm in withdrawal again, this time from the trickle I was getting. I know intellectually that I'll probably be okay by Friday, but in the meantime I'm sluggish and can't think straight.

*end grumble*

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Octogenarian Trio update:

My gram has misplaced her glasses. If you're a trio of 80-something Polish Catholics, what is the first thing to do? Call the restaurant? Call the grocery store? Check the house? Check the car?

Well, all of these are tried, of course, but what do you do first? Say a quick prayer to St. Anthony (patron saint of lost objects), of course.

They are cute ;)