Thursday, March 28, 2024

No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn

I'm glad I didn't take today off but am working until it is time to leave. I have one colleague on Vacation, another got super sick around 11am and had to sign off. That leaves me, a first tier support human, and our manager. 

And, today is QA deadline day. 

Thus far today has been bananas busy. The other day, I started looking for a place for Guster fans to meet & greet around Fenway before the show. Someone local to the ballpark suggested a spot. I emailed 5 places and this place was the only one that got back to me. Score. 

The egg hunt planning goes well. We just need on Saturday or tomorrow to go get mimosa makings. Found out the dunkin donuts we were going to get cups of joe from is closed (you bastards) so I'm going to see if someone coming on Sunday can make a side quest. 

Work also was busy. It got in the way of me calmly and sweetly communicating on the Guster fun front. Like, I had to actually WORK WORK. 

I had a 10am with a new person on our team who is lovely. I met with clients in Pittsburgh and loved on their accents, they are mad but cooperative and came up with good plans and suggestions. 

And then QA. It shouldn't take a soul two hours to test 4 things but it did me. I missed my colleague. He actually got admitted to the hospital. And I'm heartbroken he is sick. This is unexpected.

Oh, and I whipped up a banana bread in the middle of all this. And it was delicious. Thankfully, it's tremendously easy to whip something up and throw it in the oven for 55 minutes. And it came out so hella good. 

I realized at about 1pm that I had not eaten any real food.  We are out of peanut butter, and I didn't want cheese because it sometimes makes me poop a lot. I opted for one big piece of banana bread. sorry, universe. But it is the only thing I think I could stomach. 

When I get ready to travel, I get anxious. I shouldn't. I've done this one million times. I took a break at about 2pm to finish packing. I did that thing where I pack every single pair of underpants that I own, and forgot socks, so I ... got socks. I've got three blouses and a dozen t-shirts. One pair of sweatpants for bedtime, a pair of yoga pants. I can't find deodorant. I think we are out but that's ok. we'll get some in NY. I washed my pits well this morning. 

We got in the car at 5 and I was at the airport before 6. And found my flight delayed. Jebus. So I went to the wonderful Flying Dog Taphouse and got settled in anticipating to do work but nothing new was incoming, and I didn't feel like doing the two things I needed to do. 

Beer. Steak tips. Broccoli. Hell yes. 

Flight delayed. Flight delayyyyyyyed. More beer. I should eat more protein. More beer.  Honesty two sides, one of broccoli and one of steak tips. Hopefully this offsets that banana bread. 



That was better than I expected even for such a small chunk of food. 

And I was ready to go. The flight was uneventful but bumpy. They didn't let us out of our seats, no beverage service. Probably a good thing. Linz got me at 10:30 and I got checked into my hotel safe and sound. 

Tomorrow. Brooklyn. Cannot wait. Digits, below.


exercise: 11/12 hours of 250 steps. Missed 10am due to a meeting. 10k+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:30am: 164
4pm: 311 (I told you, so sorry for the banana bread...) 
11pm: 271

food:

coffee/water 
1:30pm: Metformin; big slice of banana bread (sorry bloodsugar, you gonna hate me)
6pm: steak tips & broccoli. 3 Beers (at the flying dog taphouse at BWI) 
7pm: Metformin+jardiance
11pm: hotel chicken parm (didn't eat the spaghetti, just the big piece of chicken parm)

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Alternative Routes

A bridge was hit by a ship in Baltimore yesterday. The bridge collapsed, and well, that sucks. 

It sucks for a lot of reasons. One is that six souls are missing. Six people who were just at work. Doing their jobs. It could have been much worse, of course. It could have been during rush hour. The bridge could have been loaded up with hundreds of vehicles. But luckily, it wasn't. Sadly though, folks are lost because of this. 

This bridge also is incredibly important because it is the above-ground route of transit used by tractor trailer trucks getting past Baltimore. Since Hazardous Materials and most trucks cannot be brought through the bores of the Ft. McHenry tunnel, these very important vehicles have to take the bridge.

If you look at this screenshot of Google Maps, you see the huge distance of around the way to the west they'll have to whip to go north to south. 

Additionally, the channel is closed. Nothing can get in or out. Ships are stuck that were waiting in line behind the Dali, and folks can't get in. 

Not to mention cruise ships. It may come as a surprise to know you can cruise out of Baltimore Harbor, and go to Canada/New England or the Bahamas and Caribbean. Nice. But not until further notice. Not until there is a channel to get out of. 

Companies are scrambling to get their goods shipped via truck now, to get them to other ports like Norfolk or up in Delaware. 

It's going to be wild for a while in the Baltimore area. 

My mom called me the other day and said "oh you've got a real mess down there, don't you?" Well, mom, it doesn't really impact me that much but yes, it is a mess. For a lot of people.

"You won't be able to drive north anymore." 

Well, mom. There are a lot of routes. A lot. Usually when I drive north, I go up through the City of Baltimore on 95 and through the tunnel. In fact, I've only ever gone over the bridge once, and that was when there was a horrible accident in the tunnel. There are ways. 

There are Alternate Routes. 

In fact, every time I talk to her she brings up a bridge in the Providence Rhode Island area that is closed. "I don't know how you or your sister are going to get here, you can't drive through Providence Eastbound." 

Well, the GPS can help us get around that. It isn't going to be a problem. There are a lot of roads. A lot. But she doesn't seem to get it. She used to always go one way anywhere when driving. She'd take all these convoluted back roads to get to the ferry out east on Long Island so she could avoid going through Riverhead or other towns. She would always be adventurous about alternate routes. But now, there's one way, that's the way you go, and no other roads exist. 

It's going to be a mess for a long while for a lot of people, yes. But it will all work out. And alternatives are being discovered and worked on. Folks are resilient when they need to get places. 

Digits, below.







exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. no walk, in or out. Pouring rain. I almost went to the gym though. 4500+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 195
5pm: 170
10pm: 199

food:

coffee/water 
10:45am: bowl of mac&cheese w/bacon and a left over pork chop
11:15am: Metformin
1:30pm: chicken patty (pattie?) on potato roll with mayo
6:30pm: 2.5 italian sausages w/sauce and cheese, 3 dinner rolls with butter
7pm: Metformin+jardiance
red wine

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Prognosis Negative

Got the diagnostics video from the Mini Dealership. She's a goner. Sorry Mini. 

The battery, the onboard computer (over 2k combined for repair/replace), and urgently, the Water Pump. another 2k. And then, a gasket and another thing. more k. The cheapest thing on the list was a front end alignment for 400 bucks. 

All told, all the things together come to about 6k. 

And this car has over 135k miles on it. So putting at least 6k into it, and then what, something else happens. Sorry kid. 

Doug is going to go up to the dealership and see what, if any, deal he can make for the car to be traded in as a piece of shit. Can they replace all the things for so much less and then resell it. Maybe. Who knows. 

I'll be out of town, unless we go up tonight or tomorrow and look. He's on their website scoping out opportunity and mad at how much cars cost. 

I've been saying to him that it's great that he loves to just buy cars and drive'em til they drop and not have a bank make a penny off of him in interest. I am all for that, to some extent. He very much refuses to finance anything. He spent 10k on this car a year ago and he's mad that it is dead. "I should have gone to the guy I bought the dodge from. That was 5k, and it is going strong, and that guy was great."

Yeah. But roadside dealerships, dude. No. Go to a for real grown up dealership maybe sometime, because they have a reputation to uphold. His argument is they charge you a fuck ton more money. Maybe. But they'll back up their vehicles. 

I'm getting too old for this shit. I don't want to be on the side of the highway and breaking down. I don't want to be stranded. 

We will see what happens next. But. The poor little domino. I liked you. 

Digits below.

 






exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps.  No dedicated 10. 4500+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:15am: 177
4:30pm: 178
10pm: 231

food:

coffee/water 
10:30am: 647 English Muffin w/pb and low sugar jelly
11am: metformin
2pm: lil travel container of cheese and itty bitty crackers
6pm: big piece of chicken parm w/sauce; white wine
7pm: Metformin+jardiance

Monday, March 25, 2024

We Also Have Eras Tour, Take One - Baltimore

I'm going to keep the secrets, just in case anyone finds the blog by searching, until after the Boston Show this weekend. But the Guster "We Also Have Eras" tour show we saw on Saturday in Baltimore was hilarious

You, poor reader, know I love this band and I have gushed about them for years. This show takes concert attendees on a beginning to now journey of the band's evolution. From Tufts University to the new album coming out in May. In between songs, they performed skits about where they were stage by stage, "era" by "era." 

I hate General Admission shows where there is nowhere to sit, so you know I have to really love someone to go stand for three hours to put up with the crowds and the annoyance of humans. 

This was worth it. 

I'll just post pictures for now, none of the show or band. We were super far away from the stage, way in the back by the sound board, but a perfect spot. Oh, and near the bar, very very helpful. 

Left: Bob with me and Linda. It was our first meeting with Bob.
He was delightful. 
Right: Dennis from Philly, Lin, Mel from Maine, Faith from Eastern Shore, Me.

The crowd from the pre-show listening party

Our very own living mascot, "Spicy V." with Linda

Left: Me and Jeff from Huntington High. Second time we've seen Guster together. Jeff goes to A LOT of shows. I'm happy he likes Guster enough to fit them into his Go-See schedule
Right: Me signing the flamingo from the listening party meet up

Brunch Skunks. With Momosas. 
counter clockwise: Me, Sara, V, Mel, Sean, Henry, Linda, Faith

Walking back to the hotel after Brunch, we found a landmark that V and Sara/Sean/Henry thought was hilarious. the BIG BROWN CABOOOOOOOOOOSE! 
So we took our selfie. Yelling Big Brown Caboooooooose!



I stole this picture from Dennis, just to have one from the band. He was on the second floor doing the audio taping of the show for the fans on archive.  If you're at all interested in listening to the recording, here it is! 

I honestly hope this was recorded with video across the country at each location, into a DVD Experience. I'd buy 100 Copies. 

Digits, below. 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. Indoor walk - 19 minutes; 6200+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:15am: 177
5pm: 199
10pm: 188

food:

coffee/water 
10:30am: left over guinness beef stew+shepherd's pie mixed together
11am: Metformin
12:30pm: 647 english muffin w/pb and low sugar jelly
6:30pm: one cheeseburger (no bun), some sour pickles, a handful of potato chips; metformin+jardiance
7pm: 4 tiny chocolate donuts
white wine
8pm: ramekin of cashews

Sunday, March 24, 2024

Home from Balto

More substantial entry tomorrow. 

Saturday:
I didn't accurately track Saturday digits. I did get over 10k steps, with 2 10 minute walks, and danced at the guster show. So that was a lot of movement. Breakfast was 2 eggs sloppy scrambled with goat cheese and spinach, 3 slices of bacon in a low carb wrap. No real lunch to speak of, some crab pretzel and cheese dip at the album listening party (approx 5pm?) No real dinner to speak of, ate 1/2 henry's hamburger because he finished and didn't want the rest. Thank you Henry.

After the Guster concert, approx 1am, one slice of white pizza with broccoli and spinach and lumps of ricotta. Should not have had it but. Linda bought it and it was very tasty the way 1am pizza can taste. And Baltimore is not Pizza Jail, for as close to DC as it is. They have decent pizza. I don't understand why we can't just a few miles south.

Sunday:
Slept in, called the front desk for late check out and got to getting me and Linda awake by 10:30. Showered. Met up with Team S&S and Henry and our friend V from Boston. Took a walk over to a brunch spot to find it had a 90 minute wait. Walked a block west and found a very nice place called Blackwall Hitch where they accommodated 8 of us easily with about a 10 minute wait. I've mentioned before, I don't wait for things. And sometimes, if you don't wait, you find something fun and better.

The food and company were fantastic. 

We spent a great deal of time there, had the world's best waitress, and lots of laughs. 

I drove Linda to the airport and dropped her off. Sadly, but, just four more sleeps until we get to rock again. 

I'm saving my review of the concert for after everyone gets to see this run. No one likes spoilers. Suffice to say, it was a lot of fun and they did a great job. Truly an epic story, told with humor and grace. And puppets.

I have a ton of pictures but I'll post those tomorrow. For tonight, there's this. The mimosa queen with the "bucket of bubbles." Digits below.

Sunday digits 

exercise: 9/12 hours of 250 steps. Missed 3 hours, 9am slept in, 2pm, sat in the restaurant, 4pm in the car. Still managed to hit 8k by bedtime

blood glucose:

10:45am: 188
5pm: 290 (eep)
10pm: 182

food:

coffee/water 
11am: metformin
1pm: brunch! several mimosas w/cranberry juice and/or oj; chicken & waffles (big huge waffle and 3 chicken tenders) 
6pm: mac&cheese w/hamburger
7:30pm: Metformin+Jardiance, mini cheese/nut snack pak from the road trip. 

Friday, March 22, 2024

Chirp Chirp Chirp

The birdies. Oh the birdies. 

They are just being spectacularly happy in the morning right about now. The other day, sun was kind of sort of thinking about getting ready to shine, I woke up and went to the bathroom. I could hear all this scraping and noise, unsure of where it was coming from. It sounded like it was in the wall or under the tub. Unable to solve the mystery, I went back to bed, and could hear it coming from above my head. 

A few hours later, in the shower, I looked at the bathroom window. Our bathroom window could stand to be replaced, that's for sure. It's a 1950s style crank open thing with frosted glass. The crank doesn't work, it's been painted over a million times, so it is never opened. 

On the north side of the house, we've got a lot of ivy growing. I love it, it is beautiful. I have been told by many people to rip it out, get it off the house, it damages the mortar between the bricks. But it is pretty. Doug cuts it when it gets up to the gutters, so it won't overgrow and clog them. 

Standing there, I could see the source of the scraping and banging. There were little birds all in the ivy that goes across the glass (it doesn't cover it, just a few tendrils go). The birdies are all in the ivy, having fun. And pecking on the glass seems to be a rather good time. So that's what I was hearing. 

I stood there thinking of the old hymn about "He keeps his eye on the sparrow," and here is the sparrow attempting to keep an eye on me. 

I worked all day today and so did Lin. She didn't intend to but we both had a lot to do. Doug took the afternoon off and I think he thought we'd fold up and go have fun but, that was not my plan. Had we talked about it earlier this week I bet I could have done something to get the time. 

Remarkably productive though, so I'm glad I worked.

We went out to a restaurant north of us and one of the chefs used to be the chef at my office so it was fun to see him and catch up. He had quit because the hours he was putting in at our cafeteria were killing him. Now he gets to work at night instead of show up for work at 3am. Can't say as I blame him, but it was so nice to see him. 

Anyway. Off to bed. And tomorrow off to Baltimore. 






digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. No exercise (this week has been lame). 4600+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 163
5pm: 154
10pm: 238

food:

coffee/water 
11:30am: metformin
11:45am: pbj (low sugar strawbs); 647 wheat bread
6:30pm: warm goat cheese salad (spinach, goat cheese, beets, walnuts, cukes, tomato); Shepherd's pie (mashed potatoes, ground beef, veggies); 1 cider, 1 beer

Thursday, March 21, 2024

Found Her

I had a whole entry started but chucked it. No. Nothing matters.
This is all I got.
Digits below. 

digits 

exercise: 11/12 hours of 250 steps.   Missed 2pm in the car picking up Linz. 6k by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 174
xpm: n/a
10pm: 197

food:

coffee/water 
11:45: metformin; turkey & cheddar on 647 bread w/mayo
3pm: 3 beers, chicken sandwich and fries
more beers, 3 pierogis, a pork chop

Wednesday, March 20, 2024

Never Saying "I'm sorry to hear that"

Today I messaged a colleague on Slack to see if he and his wife were going to see Guster on Saturday. He wrote back "Sadly, no. But have fun."

My reply was "oh that's too bad, it would have been nice to see you. Maybe at a future gig." 

He wrote back, "Actually, Guster is more of my wife's thing. I'm not really into the band. We're in the process of splitting up. I'm not your target audience for this kind of question." 

And I thought. "Eeeek. Wow." Uncomfortable. 

I didn't quite know what to say. I wrote back "oh. Thank you for the update. Wishing you the best." and left it at that. 

I didn't want to say "I'm sorry to hear that," because what if he's not sorry it is happening. What if she's not sorry they are splitting up. What if this is a good thing for them, I don't know from my vantage point and position. What if he's mad, she's mad, they don't need some stranger having feelings about their divorce. 

Still. It is a reaction we all have to say something like that when we hear... something like that. 

"My dad died."  
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be, he was a fucking monster."

That kind of a situation. You don't necessarily know what the other person is going through. It could be the best thing that has ever happened to them. In this case, I'm not sure. they seemed nice. I had only met them together once well before the pandemic. And a lot of life has changed since the pandemic, hasn't it? 

Perhaps I can say something like "I'm sorry you are going through this right now," as an option. 

So many of you are going through a thing right now. And I'm sorry you are.

Today at work I was very busy. It was our CEO's goodbye party. So I tuned in on Zoom and it was very nice. 

I then got a horrible headache. Just supremely horrible. So I tried to go offline from work and got pinged to proofread some comms for an email that had to go out. My boss didn't notice I had posted in the team slack that I didn't feel good and was going to lie down. 

Geoff got home and I had started dinner and he took over so I could go rest again. I love that about him. I did 80% of the work and he drove the car home. 

Oh, speaking of cars, our Mini is not able to be repaired by the garage. We have to get it to the dealership. The computer that runs the ignition has failed. They aren't sure if it needs to be rebooted or replaced, but we'll have to arrange for another tow. 

I've tasked Doug with picking which dealership we'll go to. The thing with AAA is you get one free tow a year, so, this next one will cost us whatever it costs. Based on yesterday's post, it's not a big deal. We'll get it done. 

I'm relieved that I planned on flying to NY to meet up with Linda instead of planning on driving. Now I have to talk to Doug about whether or not I just take the Dodge to Baltimore on Saturday for the overnight, or go with Sara and Sean. I like having our own car in case we decided to go toodleaboot before going to the airport on Sunday. I don't want to impose on Sara and Sean for us to get Linz to the airport and all. 

Well, the headache is still here, I'm going to take my tired head to bed. I did get vacuumed and tidied up, and tomorrow morning will do the kitchen. I have one meeting tomorrow and I may just call out sick for the day with this headache. And what with needing to do car things. As long as my colleague with Covid feels like he can come back. 

One sleep 'til Linda. This time tomorrow. Hanging out here. Can't believe it is time.








digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps.  no exercise, but, I vacuumed and moved a bunch of things around. 5k+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 195
4:30pm: 178
10pm: 165

food:

coffee/water 
11am: Metformin
12:30: 3 bowls of chicken salad (I regret this, even though it was one chicken breast, and it was huge and I should have stopped after 1 bowl and saved the rest)
6pm: small bowl of spaghetti w/meat sauce, 2 pieces of garlic bread 
7pm: metformin+jardiance

Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Wish we had this money when we were younger

Doug informed me that he has to go to the office tomorrow for his annual review. In person. He got to read it in advance and he's super thankful for what everyone had to say. And, they get bonuses, AND he may be eligible for a 5% raise. 

We each get paid every other week, and I feel like we always have money. I think about 2008, and losing the house to those ... bastards at that Bank, and how if we had been making the money we make now none of that would have ever happened. We'd have the place paid off. We could have gotten tons of work done. We could have paid for Jess to go to college and stay in college. 

I said this to Doug and he agreed. "I am just as smart now as I was then!" he yelled. "I had so much more energy! Think about what we could have done with this kind of money at 35. Think about it!"

Yeah buddy, I think about it. I think about taking the kids on vacation where we didn't have to roll quarters to put gas in the subaru and pray to God that we made it home with the amount of gas we had. I think about how stressful it was with Jess, and how I wanted to give them the world. Geoff's been easy - in fact my mother in law now has a 529 plan that none of the kids are using because they just don't want to go to college or they're done. Jess can't afford to quit working and go back to school. Geoff goes to / has gone to community college and it is easy for him to pay for and she questions if he's serious when he tells her that tuition is only 1700 bucks. 

Doug pointed out we're going to need as much money as possible when we retire. He's right. We will. 

But it doesn't help me think of how lopsided things are, were, have been. And how life would have been so different, ya know? 

Anyway. 

Doug will be at work tomorrow, Geoff will be at work, I will have the place to myself. Well, Toffee and I will have the place to ourselves. 

Today I cleaned the tables and swept. Not much else because of how busy things were. But I'm making progress on that list. 

More to come tomorrow. And, here's another picture from Sunday. Digits below.


digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. No exercise today. 5200+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 188
5:30pm: 180
9:45pm: 205

food:

coffee/water 
noon: left over mac & cheese with a lot of ground beef from nachos; metformin
2pm: pbj sandwich, 647 bread, low sugar strawbs jam
5:45pm: bowl of chili a la Geoff, sour cream, shredded cheddar (no fritos because Geoff forgot!) 
3 beers
8pm: bowl of pretzels w/portwine cheese

Monday, March 18, 2024

Storyworth

 Last night, I drank too much. 

We were out of wine, we were out of beer, and I wanted a drink so I made gin & tonic. I had three, glasses filled to the top with ice, so that always makes it so I won't get drunk so to speak. That's usually well enough.

It was the fourth one, the fourth one was the big mistake. While I was making it I said, it's late enough, you should just not do this. You should just go to bed. But, I didn't listen to common sense. 

And, we were out of ice. So. Extra stupid because I pour a stiff drink. 

I paid for it. I went to bed, and was spinning and dizzy. I ended up puking. I had the enough of a right mind to get the bucket, and sit on the toilet (because, you know, sometimes when you throw up, you poop at the same time and that's no good). I threw up repeatedly, cleaned the bucket, cleaned the toilet area. 

Even completely drunk, I'm cleaning house. 

I got back in bed and brought the bucket to the bedside, just in case. 

Doug was still awake and said "all emptied out?" 

Yeah. Yes. I am. Thank you for dinner that you made for us. It. Is gone. Said goodbye. Sorry. That must be insulting. Hi I threw up the dinner you made because I'm dumb. 

I fell asleep and slept all the way until 4am, no other issues. I got up to go to the bathroom, and double checked my cleaning. 

I would have called out today, but one of my colleagues is on vacation and another got Covid (again, the poor dude). I muddled through. 

One big thing we had to take care of was getting the car towed to the mechanic. The mini stopped working a couple weeks ago, and we were having work done on the Dodge at the same time, so the Mini has been sitting there waiting for some love. I called the garage this morning and they said to bring it in, so I had to call AAA to get it picked up. 

It was a challenge - the Mini is missing the tow hook, which goes where the license plate goes and the driver pulls the car up on the flatbed. The driver said on some Mini models, there's a box in the trunk that contains all the stuff you need, like the jack, the tow hook, or a tow-bar that is super awesome. Because he had no way to hook it onto the draggy thing to pull it up on the flatbed, he had to improvise and eventually got it to work. I reported this lack of thingie to Doug who is ordering one for us for the future. 

The rest of the day was rather dull. I didn't get any cleaning done (felt kind of like shit, see above) but got a lot of work done for work. Seeing as two people were out, I was impressed with the amount of stuff I got done. 

Doug took Toffee for a walk at 4:45 and I was still in the thick of it. I regret not going. I was going to step out while he was cooking after he got back, but I just wasn't motivated. Will make up for that tomorrow. 

Anyway, my girl C got me a subscription to Storyworth, which comes with writing prompts. It is a way to record life memories so you can leave them to your people. I appreciate that very much because a lot of times, I don't know what to write here and I do want to write. So I'll write there and import entries of note. 

One of the things is that a lot of the stories will need pictures, and I may have to find some! "Tell us about your wedding day" was the first one that came up. That stung a little because my girl C is going through some rough stuff and I somehow feel horrible writing about what was the funnest day I've ever lived in a life of fun days. 

Maybe the first writing prompt should have been "get it off your chest, what's the worst, dumbest thing you have done because of alcohol." 

Last night wouldn't even be it. Thankfully I can count on one hand my super dumb things, and I'm usually surrounded by people who protect me from myself. This is a good thing. 

Here is another picture from yesterday. The sheep is not headless. It's just in shadow.
Digits below.


digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. No exercise. 4600+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 166
5pm: 157
9:30pm: 230 (see dinner should check after midnight)

food:

coffee/water 
12:30: english muffin w/pb and low sugar strawbs; metformin
3:45pm: 2 pieces of celery w/pb
6pm: doug stir fry rice: left over chinese white rice, stir fried with veggies, soy sauce, left over chicken breasts. I added peanut butter to mine to mimic a peanut sauce.
7pm: metformin+jardiance. 3 beers