Day 17. I had expected the quitting side-effects would be easing off by now but instead, topsy-turvy, from nothing at first it's growing to sudden episodic bursts of craving. I'm taking it one day at a time, one hour at a time. This too shall pass.

Meanwhile the weather here is non-stop miserable - cold and raining. Alan made a pot of his world class French onion soup today. I made latkes for breakfast and we had the soup for dinner. We're transitioning to a much healthier lifestyle lately; now we just need to get a ground floor flat and we'll be set.