A very good day

C stayed at the hotel last night, and this morning came over to meet me to run errands for my mom. 

We went to the grocery store, we got gas in the car, we drove around the little town and stopped to take a walk there. It started to rain, as the weather report threatened it might, and so we ducked into El Mariachi for lunch. It was nice to sit and eat and chat and spend time, and I'm glad we squeezed in a little walk before eating there. Then, we brought the groceries back to mom, and got back in the car to go to the canal for more walkies. The dogs got to enjoy this one with us. The frenchie could walk for days and days and the big English is slow and big, and I feel like he's my spirit animal. So happy we got two walks in, and the big and little woo woos got to have their time too. 

I'm hoping they all sleep well tonight. 

My mother came down the hall at 6:30 to tell me she wasn't hungry and wasn't going to eat. I asked her if she ate lunch, and she said no. So I told her this is unacceptable - eat a pbj sandwich. 

This is one of my big fears, that if someone isn't here to encourage her to eat she just won't. She told me she had reeses peanut butter cups, so she wasn't hungry. "So you spoiled your dinner, did you? Eat a sandwich." She also told me she didn't "feel like" setting up the coffee pot, so I told her "how are you going to have coffee in the morning then?" She glared at me. 

"If you make yourself a pbj, I'll set up the coffee pot. Because I too want coffee. I think that's a good deal." So, she did make a sandwich. 

Glad I didn't go ahead and make the damn tuna casserole I thought about making. I realized I forgot bread crumbs, so I'll get some tomorrow. 

Speaking of tomorrow, it's my actual dang birthday. Hell yeah. Jess is coming down to spend the day, so hell yeah yay. C is sticking around tonight and I told her she had to stay through lunch, so another hell yeah hey. The weather is supposed to be good so more walkies. We'll get out and get the big and little woo woos out there, maybe Jess, and who knows maybe get mom to do her actual physical therapy assignment and walk to the corner and back. 

All this before it is too damn cold. 

Digits below the great pictures. 

digits 

exercise:  11/12 hours of 250 steps.  Somehow missed 10am but not sure how? I thought I hit the mark. 2 nice walks. 8600k steps.

blood glucose:

8:30am: 165
5pm: 153
10pm: 180

food:

coffee, water
10:30: little scoop of Tuna
noonish? not sure what time it was: lunch at El Mariachi. Steak Asada Quesadilla - 4 pieces; 2 beers one tall and one short, chips & salsa
6pm: 2 remaining quesadilla triangles. Beer. Metformin+Jardiance
beer