It's a think piece of toasted bread. Usually with butter. 

Oh!!! 

What's yoghurt doing in your fridge that long? I love yoghurt usually doesn't last much beyond a week from shopping day, I have also developed a taste for Kombucha also after reading about it on this site...

All's well here, dropped down to one patch today after five days on two, figured the start was going to be the worst that's why I loaded up.

Yes I do read other threads on this site, interesting.

Raining here today, almighty crack of thunder about 3 am this morning, more rain coming says the weather bureau...

Kind regards

Anthony 

Hmmm...I wonder where you heard of Kombucha on here? Must be Tiny that was raving about that!  Haha! She likens it to rotten fruit mixed with sauerkraut. I say she hasn’t had the right one! The best is the one I make now with raw honey. Mmmm! Will be drinking two of those today! 
Wow...Portland is supposed to be the rainy city. Seems it’s raining everywhere but here...Australia, Slovenia...ahhh. It is so fun to read and connect with people from all over! 
One patch will do, Anthony! If not, put another on before you smoke and give it an hour. You’ve got this! I see a new titanium hip in your future!!

I'm sorry, but that kombucha stuff is just so weird. In it's defense I will say that at lady at work has very bad gerd and swears it helps. So there is that. You are really doing this, Anthony! Don't lose it now! Do whatever it takes to stay smober. Maybe take some photographs?

Ouch!!! The Nicodemon is knocking at the door, I can hear his big long tail swishing on the path, Go away your not welcome here...I Choose Not to Smoke I repeat I choose not to smoke Ah! respite.

Strong smell of frustration in the air, perhaps I should ease up on this coffee, second cup. my imagination is running wild, big cats chasing me in the forest, Kangaroos jumping over my body, bears fighting over my salmon, the sun turning translucent orange hidden by a thin veil of whispy cloud. It's just a dream, intermittent images flashing across the screen, of what was my life, steeped in puffs of nicotine magic, oh the sheer bliss, congested lungs laboured breathing gnarled and twisted stained fingers grasping onto the salvation stick. Punching into the air right fist clenched, ah I see victory apocalyptic vision white as snow coming to the rescue...

Never mind my babble

Take care everyone

Kind regards

Anthony 

Ah Tiny, just had a brief fight with the demon, I didn't smoke but if it wasn't for this group I would I think

It may have been a huge tsunami Anthony, but the description was beautiful! I think you’re onto something, writing it out in the moment like that! Glad it’s past and you came through unscathed. Seriously. That description was amazing. 

I agree with lore, I like your writing! You did an excellent job fighting it off! 

So...how are you now Anthony? Hope all is well. Stay close!