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It has been brought to my attention that I don't follow up on things I write about.  I mention things that go on, but don't mention them again.  Quite honestly, I didn't think there was enough interest to warrant it, but I've been told I should so I've decided to write a quick update...
On quitting smoking - I'm sorry to report that I've faltered and over the weekend bought a pack of cigarettes.  It's been an emotional time for me and I've found it quite difficult to quit.  I think the unexpected experience I had while under hypnosis may have caused it to be ineffective this time around and have made an appointment to go back to see him next week.
On the in-law's visit -  It went okay.  No problems.  All I can say is that it was a VERY long 4 days.  It's not that I dislike them - I just don't know them all that well and it's awkward when they visit.
On the entry about my old friend - I ended up giving into my guilt over the situation and called him.  I was really honest with him and told him that the popular opinion was that if we tried to patch things up, he would end up disappointing me and that I'd end up hurt all over again.  Then said, I'm not sure that's true and told him I'd like to give it a try and see how it goes.  He seemed genuinely grateful and said he'd like that.  We all met for drinks and it went as well as it could under such circumstances (Wayne still isn't very happy with him).  We've talked a few times, but I have to say I don't think it will work out the way I had hoped.  I think it's too hard for him to be around Wayne with things so different between them.  I'm not hurt.  It really has nothing to do with me any more.
On my sister's loss - The funeral was yesterday.  The worst of it is over and I think she'll okay in the coming weeks.
On email remorse - I got response and feel better about sending it.  It's a bit of a personal thing and would rather not go into it any further...

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