SO, I resigned myself to the fact that yesterday wasn't going to be fun.
Reached in the pocket, and pulled out the trump card -- "I ain't gonna smoke today," I said. Simple, effective.
It doesn't matter that my junky mind is (for the moment) winning the debate over how good or bad cigarettes taste, and over how good or bad the experience of smoking is, my reasonable ex-smoker side has veto power.
Since quitting, that side took custody of my wallet, hands and mouth.
Without those 3 assets, the junky side has only the power to make me feel rotten; but not to relapse.
No nicotine today, one day at a time.