32

Happy anniversary to us!  I was chatting with a colleague today about this and asked how old he was in 1991. 

"I was 1," he said.

Ain't that a thing. I sometimes forget how very old I am until it becomes obvious how very old I am. 

We have no plans yet for dinner or anything, Realizing that we blasted almost 7,000 bucks into a bed that is supposedly getting delivered tomorrow, I kind of feel we should take some time and make way for the giant bed boxes. 

Also allegedly they're coming to pick up the current bed at some point but I have no clue when. We may be Doug and Chrissie Two Beds for a bit. 

We don't really have the space for an extra bed, really. I hope they not only come and pick it up but that they give us the stupid refund on the first bed. 

After Doug ordered the 2nd bed, I had misgivings. We shouldn't have done that. I can totally get used to this bed. Everything is going to be fine. 

What's done is done and cannot be undone, as they say. 

We will see how the saga of the bed/s unfolds. 

I got up very early to have a discussion with a colleague who got offered a new job, and he wanted my advice. I should say I got up earlier than I usually do but he's two time zones away and was obviously up even earlier than me. 

When it got to be 11 I was kind of hungry. Geoff made bacon, and so I made a big honkin' salad. And then ate it well before lunchtime. 

And when you eat lunch early, the afternoon is just a slog. Even with defined work that you want to get done, it's still a slog.

We made it through the work day and went out to dinner in Kensington. Even though we hadn't made an actual plan of fun, like New Orleans or West Virginia, we did go out to eat. Then over to the brewery next door where the evening's entertainment was an Elvis Impersonator. 

Jokingly I told Elvis it was out anniversary, and asked for a shout out. Right before he went on, he came over to get our names and what year. 

And yes, he did. 

All told, hilarious. A very funny evening. I have video evidence in my Instagram. 

So I'm ready for bed. The one picture below will do for now. We have a picture of us with The King that I'll post tomorrow. 

Off to bed!

digits below, the wig. It is hilarious.

digits:

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps.   

blood glucose:

7:30: 155
5pm: 133
9:30pm: 230 (see dinner + beers below)

food:

coffee, water
11:15: big honking salad. Romaine, apple, feta, bacon, tomato, cucumber, mayo
12: metformin
2pm: apple
6:30pm: pan seared scallops, polenta, some sort of green that doug didn't like so i got his portion in addition to mine. strawberry rhubarb cobbler w/vanilla ice cream. A couple beers.
8pm: 2 beers at the brewery