Awaiting the Storm

I hope if you are reading this and you're in the path of the storm, you are prepped and ready. Be Careful!

I believe we are all set. Doug told me he was going to head out to get propane and I wanted to come. I wanted a day out doing stuff before it will be many days in and unable to do stuff. We got 2 tanks of propane, success! Then we went over to Aldi where it was not at all crowded and hey - they had all the bread, milk, eggs, everything. They had bottled water but Doug pooh poohed buying bottled water. 

We don't have an electric well pump, we are on city water, everything should work and be fine. 

I wanted to get some candles, so we got 3 nice big fat ones with 3 wicks in each. I told Doug we should buy the small flat of 9 of them and he told me that's overreacting. I kind of wanted 9 candles even without a storm coming but okay. 

After that, we headed over to the liquor store because we had no vodka, no wine, and only some very high ABV beer. Can't day drink and watch football with 9% alcohol beer. 

We went to the wrong liquor store. And it is funny - I'll tell ya. This town. There are more liquor stores here than anywhere I've ever lived. Every single plaza has anchor stores on either end, and in the middle there is a nail salon, pizza joint, chinese restaurant, and a liquor store. Every last one. 

But we turned too soon onto the highway where everything is, and ended up at not the one we wanted to go to. Oh well. They had boxed wine though, and a lot of places don't (that's why we wanted to go to the one we wanted because they have box wine). And because your girl is low rent, ain't fancy, and I mix my wine with ginger ale, well... boxed wine is alright by me. 

We got more beer, some vodka, had fun looking at all the different bottles of things. The give aways, the bourbon company cutting board thing with cute cheese spready knives... They had quite the assortment. 

Then, to the Farm store where Doug was hoping to score ice melt. I was kind of convinced we would find none, but, they had a bunch. A manager came over and said "hey, I have two damaged bags of this particular pet-friendly ice melt that I can't sell for full price but I'll give them both to you for 10 bucks. 

Hell yeah. 

After that we drove around for a while because Doug wanted to see where a road went. I told him I knew where it came out, and lo and behold, it did!  I suggested hitting the brewery but Doug didn't want to leave our haul in the car in the parking lot because of the super cold temperature.

Back home, he got shovels out, got the propane tank hooked up, put the salt in the bin with the half bag of salt that we had bought a couple years back. 

Done. 

Well. 

The gas stove won't stay lit. The pilot keeps going out and that's annoying. He futzed with it for a good long time, and decided for tonight it is fine. He will fight with it in the morning. 

For tonight, the house is warm and comfy. As long as we don't lose power we're fine. 

The rest of our day was alright. Doug took a nap with Toffee and I resisted the same temptation and hit the treadmill while Geoff cooked dinner. Did pretty well and got over the 2 mile mark. That was my goal. 

And again, as long as we don't lose power I can get my mile in and 10k+ steps and it will be fine.

Right then. Off to bed. Tomorrow will be an interesting day. Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours. Somehow missed 7pm because the stove clock is 2 min. slow and that's what I was looking at when I did those steps. Doh. Still. Treadmill walk/jog, 40 min/2.31 mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:15am: 130
5pm: 109
10pm: 82 

food & meds:
8:15am: jardiance+phentermine
1:30pm: met+glip
2pm: handful of candied cashews
5:30pm: bowl of shells w/meat sauce
8pm: last tiny bit of cranberry goat cheese w/a few pretzel rounds
8:45pm: met+glip
no wine/beer

The disappointing buffet

It's Doug's birthday and he chose the Asian Buffet for dinner. This sounded like a good plan to me. Aside from the fact that I'm usually not a big fan of buffets, especially those that are going to send my blood sugar through the roof. 

I always feel like I have to make it worth our wallet's while to ... eat. At a buffet. The boys took Toffee over to the dog park because she was needy, and I finished working. Then we all (except Toffee) headed over. 

The place was doing a fairly good business. So I thought it was hopefully going to be a good experience. 

What should have tipped me off immediately was that it was incredibly inexpensive. Like, super cheap. And the food was not so good. You get what you pay for. 

Doug was excited and I can tell when he knows something is not so good, he plays it up like Yay! Alright! This murder hotel is great! That kind of thing. 

The hot and sour soup was okay. The broccoli mixed in with the weird chicken was good. I ate a lot of broccoli. 

Just kind of overall disappointed in the quality of the food. At least the one chicken finger I ate was hot and crispy and had chicken in it. Not just a husk/shell of crusty crumbly batter. 

Oh and the other thing is they didn't have a liquor license, so no mai tai. No scorpion bowl. No suffering bastard. 

Hardly a birthday festivus like we're accustomed to. 

After the less than awesome meal, Doug wanted to head over to the used bookstore in the plaza. I hadn't been there yet but Geoff had gone independently, and Doug took Jess there when they were visiting. 

Doug loves a used bookstore. 

It was fun looking around, there was some interesting Civil War stuff, and tons of kids books. 

Doug found me and said "I need to go, like, now." 

"Okay Bob Belcher," I replied (Bob's Burgers reference. Bob can't poop anywhere other than at home. Whereas his wife can poop anywhere and knows all the good bathrooms in town). "You should go back to the chinese buffet restaurant, return the rental food." 

"No, I just feel like I won't make it. We need to go." 

We grabbed Geoff and headed back to the car. Got home in time for Doug to rush into the bathroom.

Um. Happy Birthday, honey. I guess?

I felt bad because after the bookstore I wanted to hit the shoe store next door and look for warm socks, maybe boots that are one size bigger than the ones I have had for a lot of years. I wanted to stop into Aldi and get some cake product to celebrate at home for him. 

But we were home. Not headed back out. 

We can make up for it tomorrow. I'm going to try and go to H's piano recital. He performs at 1:30pm, so I'll be able to get some shit done in the morning, head out, get wine, go see piano man, and get home before they declare a state of emergency before a single flake falls. And get Doug a little cakey cake or something fun. 

Doug and Geoff have some work to do around outside to get ready for the storm. Doug didn't go get propane for the gas fireplace, so I hope we're not too late and he can get some from someplace. I wanted him to do it yesterday or today so we could make sure the line is working well, test it, and then it will be ready when we need it - if we need it. We have shovels, we have ice melt, I think the plan is to put one car in the car port (the mini) and back the volvo into the driveway pretty far back. It will make shoveling easier. 

In the morning I'll make some fun brekkie sandwiches for us and hit the road by noon. 

Some pictures below from our excursion, and then digits. 

I thought for sure being welcomed by this interior that this place would freaking rock.
But sadly, it did not.

Little Bluey figurines (ahem, the blue one is Dad and that's Bandit
and the brown one is Chili and that's mom. Know your kid characters!)
Why they're hanging out on a shelf in the bookstore, I do not know.

If you know, you know.
If you are a certain age, you recognize these...

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. treadmill, 30 min/1.97 mi. If I just went 5 min more... 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

7:15am: 103
4:30pm: 113
10:30pm: 120 

food & meds:
7:15am: jardiance+phentermine
12:30pm: roast beef and medium cheddar on english muffin
1:30pm: met+glip
5pm: a bunch of tiny wee chocolate donuts
6:30pm: chines food buffet
8:30pm: met+glip
no wine/beer

Through The Night

I don't usually sleep all the way through the night much anymore. At one point in life I laughed at my mom for such things and here I am doing them. Up at wee hours, unable to see to drive in the dark. I deeply apologize for being young and stupid. 

I'm usually up anywhere between 2-4 am. I will go down to the guest room (if no guesties are in it) and I will play on my phone a bit, turn on a podcast, go back to sleep. 

Most of the time, I do my best sleeping between 6-9am. 

There have been several nights lately though, where I find myself waking up between 6-7am. Making it all the way that far is miraculous. But then I have to pee so much. So. Very. Much. Part of it is I do well with not drinking alcohol at night - when I do, that adds a lot of liquid to my body and yes, I gotta pee so I wake up. 

Last night was one of those nights. At 6:50am, I hightailed it downstairs (please note, someday there will be an upstairs bathroom so help me God) and by the time I was done I was just ... all the way awake. If it was closer to say 6am than 7, I may have gone back to sleep. But no. I was up. 

Back upstairs, find the yoga pants, take the blood sugar, take the morning meds, creep back downstairs. I set up the coffee, did some steps around the first floor while waiting, just to sneak a couple hundred in early. It is funny because it is still so dark here at 7am.

The trash guys came and I realized there is a giant piece of plastic in my yard between us and the neighbor. It must have blown free last weekend when I put it out to the recycling (it is from the treadmill packaging). I was putting on my boots when they arrived so I figured eh, I'll get it later. 

I pondered an outdoor walk because it is 41 degrees, but the wind is howling. I pondered the treadmill but was afraid I'd wake Geoff up. I don't know what it sounds like downstairs for him. 

One thing I forgot to do yesterday was take pictures of the hot water heater. When we bought the house, our home inspector said the beast was on its last legs. She leaks, and while she does heat water very nicely she's 20+ years old and he recommended we get a new one. We negotiated that with the seller, and it is time. 

On Monday, I have a plumber coming over to evaluate the situation. 8am (dear God). He asked me for pictures of the hot water heater, model number, pictures of the hookup to the water source. So I went down and took those and texted them to him. 

My realtor gave me three numbers to call, she recommended all three. One didn't return my calls at all so I moved onto the next and they are not taking on any new customers at this time. So that left the third. They had a wonky voicemail messaging system that asked you for details, one thing at a time. Please state your name after the beep. Please state your phone number after the beep. Please state your address after the beep. What appliance are you calling about? please state.... 

I guess it cuts down on people (like me) rambling for months in a message and cuts to the chase. 

And then I didn't hear back from them either. I was ready to go to Nextdoor or Facebook to ask for recommendations, and their office manager called me at 7:50am the other day (so early) absolutely apologetic that my message and several others were incredibly delayed in getting to her. So yay. A connection. A human. And an appointment. 

I'm wondering if the big storm this weekend will delay our appointment. We'll see. I'd hope not but this is Maryland. 

Mornings include coffee and Toffee and couch cuddles. And phone games until I'm mentally ready to start working. So we got a lot of that in today. 

Work was good. Not sure how I managed a whole day without a single meeting but that was a thing! I did the treadmill at 1:30ish, and before I knew it, 4pm was knocking at the door. I made some candied cashews out of a container Geoff bought that were unsalted. I really don't care for unsalted nuts. So I doctored them up and they came out perfectly. I made dinner, which is usually Geoff's job but I wanted to make the meal and give him a break. We'll be asking a lot of him this weekend, I think. 

Dinner was very good, I must say. I used a different recipe and it kind of makes its own gravy which is nice, because your girl had none. 

After dinner, Doug hit the treadmill and Toffee was desperate for a walk. So I went outside to see the howling wind from earlier was no longer an issue. It was 45 today, and at 8pm down to 35, with no wind, you know it's a good to go kind of thing. 

I put on the winter weight fleece yoga pants and we headed out. With no other dogs out walking and hardly any other people, Toffee is a joy to walk. I thought about extending the trip and going off to the left instead of turning home but we did over a mile, and I think she enjoyed it very much. 

So we'll see how I sleep tonight! I made sure not to drink too much water and no wine/beer. Maybe we'll get two nights of me sleeping alright! 

Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  Two walks. First, Treadmill, fastest average pace to date! 30 min/1.84 mi. Wanted to make it to 2 miles but meh. Second, Toffee walk! 20 min/1.17 mi. 12k+ steps by bedtime (woo hoo!)

blood glucose:

7am: 135
4:15pm: 97
10:45pm: 148 

food & meds:
7am: jardiance+phentermine
noon: english muffin w/pb
1pm: met+glip
4-6pm: some candied cashews as I was cooking them
6pm: shepherd's pie (left over mashed potatoes from the meatloaf night, corn, peas, ground beef)
8:30pm: met+glip

Impending Snowmageddon

People get ready, there's a storm a comin'
Don't need no ticket, just stay in your house .... 

In the DC area the weather prognosticators lose their everloving shit if some snow is on the way. Boom or Bust predictions always equal Bust. We could get 5 to 9 inches, or maybe a coating to 1 inch! 

It's always a coating to 1 inch. 

Right now, on Wednesday night, the weather guys and gals are up in the social media platforms yelling "It is too early to say but!!!" and my map shows 17 inches of snow. 

17 mother humping inches. 

First of all, finally. I'm living somewhere that it is supposed to snow. And it hasn't in forever. We get powdered donut amounts of snow where the grass is still visible through the coating. 

But. This one may pan out? Who knows? It is too early to tell! I'll check in Friday night or Saturday morning for an update. 

Second, we need the precipitation. We've been in a steady hard drought over much of this region. So bring it. Snow? Rain? Ice? whatever! If it is wet, let it fall. 

Today was a good day. I got a walk on the treadmill in between meetings and then at like 5pm, Toffee really needed a walk. Really. She's so full of pent up energy and she's been getting a solid walk a lot of days of the week. So I checked the temperature (35 degrees) checked to see if it was windy, and suited up. We had a good time. My friend S called because she had stories to tell me and we haven't talked in a while, so that helped pass the time almost as good as a playlist. 

Digits below the weather map! Please note, my town is .... not covered by the purple blob. So we're gettin' nothin. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  Two walks. First on the treadmill, 25 min/1.42 miles; Second with Toffee, 23 min/1.2 miles. 11k+ steps by midnight

blood glucose:

8:45am: 105
4:45pm: 115
10:30pm: 190 (not sure why so high? One slice of pizza for dinner, and 10 buffalo chicken bites. No alcohol. Weird?) 

food & meds:
8:45am: jardiance+phentermine
12:15: LGBT salad (Lettuce, Goat Cheese, Bacon, Tomato). Hell yeah. 
1:45pm: met+glip
7pm: one slice of pepperoni & onion pizza; 10 buffalo chicken bites
8:30pm: met+glip
no wine/beer

Where was he going without ever knowing the way

I woke up feeling super gross. I think too many potatoes last night. I did it to myself. Sadness. I do love me some mashed potatoes. Sigh. Maybe next time, a lot less mashed potatoes.

My morning was very quiet work-wise. I didn't have a meeting until noon. My mom's neighbor S Jr.'s husband had knee surgery when I was up there, so I was wondering how he was doing. I don't have his number, so I texted S Jr. 

She said he was doing fine, healing well, PT starts Thursday. But my mom's neighbor E was missing. 

Missing? What? 

She filled me in. Yesterday he was going to visit his wife in the hospital and left around 9:30am. But he never made it to the hospital. 

Not really sure how this news made it back to people at Old Folks Land, but it did.  S Jr. and others sprang into action. They called the police. They called every hospital in Southeast MA.

No sign of him. Anywhere. 

I was going to call my mom, but S Jr. said she was out running her errands to the market and stuff, so I thought I'd wait. She told me that his friend was driving up and down the highways looking to see if there was some obvious sign that his car went off the road and into the woods or something. 

Could you imagine how he felt? Looking everywhere for some sort of obvious marks from tires, broken trees... worrying about your friend. 

After another hour or so I got word that E was okay, he was found. Safe.

In Connecticut. 

He must have driven past the exit he wanted, and kept going through Rhode Island. Confused, something. I don't know more details but I was absolutely surprised this happened. He's a sharp cookie and not one I'd expect to become lost. 

I was exceptionally relieved that he was okay. I guess that his friend who went looking for him was bringing him home. Not sure how the car is coming home. I never did call my mom so I'll do that tomorrow morning. 

After lunch, I felt sick. Tired, bloated, my eyes were burning but I don't have a fever or anything. 

Sometimes you just feel blah. Yeah? 

I managed to take a nap, which I normally don't nap. I haven't been able to nap for some time now. But I did. 

Around 4, I woke up from the snooze, and realized I should do steps to get my mile for the city challenge. I set out to do just the mile but was walking most of it, not jogging, no fast or fancy walking, and I just kept going. 

50 minutes? Can I make it to ... 60? 

Meh. No I cannot.

That was enough. And dinner was ready. And I was hungry. 

No picture today. Just digits. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill, 50 min/2.57 mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 138
4:45pm: 81
10:30pm: 117

food & meds:
9am: jardiance+phentermine
11am: english muffin w/pb
1:45pm: met+glip
5pm: kitchen sink cookie from aldi
5:30pm: spicy chicken and rice burrito a la geoff
8:45pm: met+glip

Out and About

We had two checks we needed to deposit, so we drove to the next city over to use the ATM. One of the checks just would NOT cooperate, frustratingly so. And the mobile app for depositing checks isn't behaving either. I'm going to have to drive down there again to take care of this in person. 

After the bank fail, Doug had a "drive around and look at stuff" vibe going on so we went way out into the western part of our neighboring county without our GPS on, without Google Maps. We saw signs for Ostertag Vistas, "Historic Ostertag Vistas!" and thought well heck now. Let's go look at that! 

Turns out it is a private and fancy wedding venue location, we were not permitted to drive up into the property without an appointment. I'm not interested in marrying anyone else, I've got my ride or die (35 years, bitches) and we felt ripped off for driving all the way the fuck out there thinking we would see something cool and noteworthy. 

Meh. Thanks for nothing, Ostertag whatevers.

But it was a beautiful day for a drive all through the woods, up and down roads, all over. And eventually we got to a road we knew that would take us home. 

We passed our house. 

We went further down into Hagerstown to the Hub City brewery, which is normally closed Mondays but I saw on Facebook they were open today. Happy to stop in after almost two hours of toodlin' aboot Mountain Maryland for a potty and a brew. 

Hardly anyone was there, so we had the barkeep to ourselves and it was a nice way to unwind before heading home. 

Tonight I made dinner - I've been wanting a meatloaf, so I asked Geoff to cut the potatoes and set them aside. 

Ha.

I should have said "cut 3 potatoes per person" but I didn't and he cut this entire giant ass BAG of potatoes. Huh. Okay. So we'll have left over potatoes. I can make a cottage pie or something this week. Meatloaf always takes about an hour, it was already 6pm by the time we came home, so dinner was on the later side than if Geoff was in charge. He's mister Make Dinner At 5pm. I'm not. 

After dinner, because I was shorted an hour of steps and behind anyway, I hopped on the treadmill for an additional 15 min. I intended to take Toffee out but it was so cold and windy. Neither she nor I wanted any of that nonsense. 

Good day all around!

Digits below! 

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours. Missed 4pm in the car; treadmill in the morning for 30 min/1.78 mi. Again to make up missing steps, 15 min/.83 mi, 11k+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 132 
n/a pm: n/a
11pm: 129

food & meds:
9am: jardiance+phentermine
2pm: met:glip; atkins protein drink mixed into my coffee
3:30pm: atkins snack bar 
5pm: 2 beers at the brewery
6:15pm: 1 beer at home; "kitchen sink" cookie from Aldi
7:15pm: 2 hefty slabs of meatloaf, carrots, a lot of mashed potatoes (more than I shoulda!)

Do nothing, eat food, watch football

We didn't do much today. 

I wanted to do things like, oh, clean and tidy. But nothing came of the day. I ended up sleeping until just before 10am, and missed the 9am steps by just a couple. But I made up for it. We each took our turn on the treadmill, and it was football time before we knew it. Playoff football weekend excitement! 

I will aim for getting things done tomorrow with my day off. There are some boxes in my bedroom that need unpacked, there are downstairs things, and maybe we'll leave the house and do/go somewhere. Maybe? Doug's birthday is Friday so maybe we'll do something nice and special? 

Somehow I managed to make myself stay on the treadmill for 45 min and that was a touch over 2.5 miles. I keep entertaining the idea that maybe I can do a 5k, which would be 3.1 miles. 

Maybe I can force myself to a full hour and that'll be a 5k? Can my brain let me do that? Stay with this and not scream with boredom? 

An actual 5k would be something that I'd have to finish just to get home, or get to the celebratory beer at the end at the brewery. So there's your motivation to finish, right? As of right now, I'm already home. I can just decide one mile or 2 miles or 5k, if I can bring myself to do that because I'm here.... 

Wish me luck as I attempt to make this happen as a goal. 

I remember when I started doing the 'dedicated 10' because the nutritionist told me to pick something that I hated the least, and do it for 10 min a day. I should send her my fitbit stats. 

Geoff went to the market and I made spinach artichoke dip that actually would be a REALLY good stuffing for chicken breasts. Note to self. Use more cream cheese next time for creamier dip.

So a lot of doing nothing. And that's okay. Right? Right. 

Digits below pictures. 

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours. Missed 9am by a few steps. Treadmill, 45 min/2.53 miles, 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

10am: 130 
4:30pm: 121
10pm: 164

food & meds:
10am: jardiance+phentermine
3pm: met+glip; atkins protein bar
5pm: an epic ton and a half of homemade spinach and artichoke dip, pita chips+ round butter pretzels
Kaluha sombrero (to get the milk out of the fridge) 
6:30pm: big piece of pork loin in a geoff sauce w/4 pierogi and buttered peas
white wine

The Cheese and the Airplanes

When I was staying at my mom's she came tearing down to the bedroom where I was working (and by "tearing" I mean actually using her cane, and shuffling her feet faster than usual. That's "tearing) and she yelled from the kitchen "DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE AIRPLANES!?" 

I ... sat there for a second thinking holy shit was there some sort of terrorist attack? Did planes suddenly fall from the sky? Millions of people dead everywhere? 

I quickly opened our work slack to see if there was anything in Breaking News while I uttered "uhhhhhhh, no? What about the airplanes?" 

"The water on the airplanes is bad! Don't order coffee! Don't order tea! DON'T WASH YOUR HANDS IN THE SINK!" 

Feeling a touch confused, I think I just stared at her. "People are getting sick! They did a big test. Only Delta scored highest." 

Still confused, still staring "You're flying this weekend. BE CAREFUL!" Oh okay. She's concerned about me. I get it. Very good. I don't drink coffee or tea on airplanes, and I don't usually order anything that needs ice. I carry a small Purell hand sanitizer in my backpack instead of using the bathroom sink because of a lot of reasons. I don't know how good the soap is but now okay, I don't know how good the soap and water are. 

"Thank you for letting me know," I said. 

The woman was in an absolute tizzy and she told everyone at her restaurant about this news report. And I sat there, dumbfounded.

The other night Doug's mom called us and was very concerned, "Did you hear about the cheese?" 

Oh my. Same thing. What. What about the cheese?

"There is a big cheese recall. Didn't you hear?" 

No. We didn't hear. 

"Well, I just bought cheese at Aldi. I think I have to throw it out." I spent time looking things up on the internet from the FDA about the cheese. She didn't have the cheese that's being recalled. We assured her that if she wanted to bring it to Aldi and ask - she could but we thought she was safe enough to eat it and be okay. 

"There's only one way to find out," she joked. 

Saturday of a three day weekend, Geoff woke up before us and made coffee, Doug and Toffee were in the guest room and somehow, miraculously, I slept until 7am and went down to the bathroom, and then back up to bed. I slept until 9:30 and that was bliss. 

Doug went to the farm stand and got a bunch of apples. We all used the treadmill. We ate a good dinner and watched a lot of football. Super exciting.

Digits! Below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. One treadmill trip. 40 min/2.25 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

10am: 122 
5pm: 132
10pm: 113

food & meds:
10am: jardiance (phentermine on order)
2pm: met+glip; english muffin w/pb+ spot of peach jam
5pm: plate with apple, cheese, cashews, and some left over steak tip pieces; white wine
6:15pm: cheesy shells and broccoli w/ mushrooms and mixed in bacon (usually I add chicken breast chunks but we didn't have any) 
8:30pm: met+glip

3 Day Weekend

I wrote a whole big entry and am too tired to finish it, so. Just the digits today. Watched an interesting mini-series on Netflix about President Garfield's assassination called Death By Lightning. Michael Shannon - amazing. What a performance. And Nick Offerman, serious and funny all at once. 

A couple days ago we listened to a podcast episode about Garfield's assassin, and how Garfield actually died (sepsis, not from the actual bullet). 

Digits below. zzzzzzz!

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  Treadmill, 36 min/2.02 miles; Treadmill, 18 min/.83 mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

7:30am: 120 
4:45pm: 100
11pm: 146

food & meds:
7:30am: jardiance (phentermine on order)
10am: english muffin w/pb
12:45pm: tuna salad on 647 sub roll; met+glip
5pm: bowl of cashews
6pm: big piece of chicken parm
9:15pm: met+glip
no wine

Windy Windy Day

No warmer out today, and extra windy. Thankful for the treadmill for my steps. I had a lot of meetings so I got a quick walk in during lunch time, and then late I needed 2500 steps to get to 10k. 

Poor Toffee. No walk for her two days in a row and she didn't even want to go outside today!  

We had a couple minor oopsies today. Geoff put some boxes near our water heater, which has started leaking, and needs to be replaced (we knew that going into the house but figured we would wait until absolutely necessary, and now it is absolutely necessary). Doug lost his mind when he went downstairs and saw the boxes he had moved AWAY from the water heater put back. He doesn't understand how Geoff's mind works sometimes. Like. WHY did you move these back. At all. Who asked for that. No one. 

One of the boxes was my wedding dress - and the box is soaked. I don't want to open it. Well, I should. I think it is in plastic and in the box. Maybe it is okay. But I honestly don't know why I still have it. 

Once, I tried to find an organization that took wedding dresses and converted them to burial dresses for infants. I believe they are called Angel Gowns. The last time I looked into this none of the companies were taking dresses, they had plenty. So yeah, maybe I'll open the box and make sure it is okay and attempt again to donate it. 

All the other boxes were fine. 

Second oopsie was I went to take a shower after the treadmill this afternoon and the shower door came right off the track. I was standing there, holding it by the tiny little nub of a handle and trying very hard to keep it from falling anywhere. I called for help, Doug came down and was able to assist me. It made me think of that time we were in Arizona at the World's Worst Hotel Ever, the Willcox Inn, and the window fell out of the track and I was standing there in my underpants in the middle of the night trying to get it back in place. If you've never read that entry, go ahead. Probably one of my favorites.

Luckily, this was not as dramatic but I still had a good laugh. 

My work son and I had a great client meeting/training. Then we had our regular digital platform office hour and that was great. 

I did a bunch of work after the office hours. Geoff made an amazingly good dinner, and I cleaned up after it. He's messy. I need to have a talk with him about not being as messy as he goes, and cleaning up when he is done. We share a lot of the duty. But. I feel like he can do a better job cleaning up after himself. 

Digits below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill 27 min/1.51 mi. 2nd Treadmill, 18 min/1mi. 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 165 
4:30pm: 91
10:30pm: 162* note late met+glip

food & meds:
8:45am: jardiance (phentermine on order)
noon: last of Geoff's chicken marsala (3 tiny pieces and a lot of sauce) 
1pm: met+glip (ha. on time today!) 
4:30pm: atkins snack bar; handful of unsalted (eww) cashews
6:30pm: bowl with some tater tots, covered with homemade pulled pork from Geoff
no wine
9:30pm: met+glip ( a little late, meant to take by 8:45 but was on the treadmill)