Greetings! M G F has already explained our year-long absence, so I won't bother. It is nice to be back in the community.
I a recent column in a local weekly paper, the author stated that while she could understand how people could smoke socially, especially when drinking, she just couldn't understand how ". . . someone could start their day by doing something they know is going to wreck their health." She went on to call it "Russian Roulette for breakfast." Finding myself with some time on my hands, I tried to write an explanation and found that I couldn't. Perhaps it will interest some in this community.
The First of the Day
I enjoy every cigarette I smoke, but the first of the day has to be one of the most pleasurable. My body has cleansed itself of nicotine and carbon monoxide while I slept. My cilia have recovered from the previous day's smoke induced paralysis and are happily sweeping away as I breathe. My lungs, free from a constant onslaught of poisonous gas for several hours, are free of inflammation and transfer oxygen and CO2 with ease. My heart, no longer challenged to supply my body with essential oxygen, beats strong and steady without any undue extra strain.
Then I light a cigarette, take a long drag savoring the feel of it between my lips and the taste in my mouth, and inhale. I feel the slight burn in my throat as the smoke travels into my bronchial tree. I pull the smoke into my lungs slowly, breathing from my diaphragm until they are inflated to the fullest extent allowed by the physical confines of my chest. I hold the smoke in them. My cilia stop working with the first toxic blast. Nicotine infuses my blood, carbon monoxide displaces oxygen, and a fresh layer of tar settles on my lungs delicate tissue. I release the smoke and stretch. My day has begun with a sublime act of deliberate self destruction.
It is a bliss no non-smoker can ever understand.