This morning I got up and my lungs felt a bit irritated and congested, much like there is some healing going on in there! The feeling was a reminder, however, that I used to smoke and the reminder prompted the evil thought of having a cigarette. But it wasn't a craving, even a desire. Rather, it was a reflection of a habit that I used to have, a habit I abandoned less than 5 days ago. There are no cigarettes; there is no tobacco in the house. The thought has passed, and I continue to heal.
I am very pleased about how I feel right now.