Making Time

Today was a day of victories. On the personal home front, I updated the Amtrak app on my phone, it was a struggle but I need it for Friday! I got the laundry done (not folded yet but done). Dishes washed and unloaded. Little victories, you know!  

At work, I had meetings with two clients to get them transferred to a new platform (the big project I'm working on and will be working on .... for the rest of my life). One of them we had to meet with three times to do this. And another client blanked on a meeting we had scheduled, so I have to reschedule them. 

A couple good internal meetings happened also. At one, I voiced opinions and concern about a thing, and while what I said wasn't acted on, it was acknowledged and "heard" by the people I was communicating with. 

Sometimes, that's all you need for the later on "I kind of warned you and told you so and .... here we are." 

Doug came upstairs at 4:30, the dog knows this is Walk O'Clock most days. 

He looked like he just wanted to nap, so I offered to take her solo and reached for my sneakers. 

He said he wanted to go. We had a nice walk, it was actually kind of cold in the 50s (it is 40 degrees right now which is ... cold for what we've had recently!) 

It was light enough out that we cut through the woods to the playground (so Doug could throw out the bag of poo he was carrying. They have a bin for that in the park!). That gave us a little extra time and distance, which was nice. 

Toffee was ready for dinner and nose pointed straight home from there. After she ate, I noted she was very cold, so I got her cuddled up on the couch under a fleecy blankie to warm her up! I don't think we are "Jackets On Dog" types of people but, hmmmm. I've never had a cold bean like this one before. 

Anyway.

We had almost nothing for dinner, which is pathetic. We're grownups. For cryin' out loud. But we did have a box of frozen fish thingies from Aldi, and some frozen veggies, so Doug threw that in the oven. Still hungry after eating, I had an apple, and was still hungry so a wee snack plate too. Still hungry but too late to eat at this hour. 

Sending Geoff to the market tomorrow for something for dinner for us, and also food for him to get through the weekend without us. 

He is working this weekend so Meg's parents are coming over to get Toffee mid day - I'm giving them free reign to either bring her home to their house for chaos/fun or play here in the yard and put her back in the kennel for Geoff to release when he gets home. Depending on their plans. Meg's mom is coming over tomorrow to check out where the kennel is etc. And I should vacuum and maybe ... tidy up. Or something. Maybe.

Below are some pictures. One is a little bag Doug found on the ground that I find questionable philosophically. "i am at a difficult age. too old for a nanny and too young for a husband." I think I have problems with that? Not sure.

Next is a Corgi who can't walk, he is wheeled around by his owner in this cute little cart, and she put in a pumpkin. I love him. We had a nice chat.

Our mailman Dave, who I call "Toffee's Boyfriend." He always has cookies for her, and she was thrilled to see him on the other side of the fence. 

And my snacky plate. The cheese was a little too spicy. But I ate it. Because ...hungry.

Digits Below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Walk with Doug and Toffee, 30 min/1.18 miles.  

blood glucose:

8:45am: 177
5pm: 170
10pm: 160

food:
coffee/water
10am: english muffin w/pb
11:30am: Metformin
6pm: some frozen fish dealie from Aldi w/frozen mixed veggies
6:30pm: metformin+jardiance; apple w/pb
7:30pm: snack board: turkey pepperoni, green olives, jalapeno havarti
white wine

Nothingburger entry

Work was super busy today, and I just finished the last few things I needed to do before bed. Doug took Toffee for a walk, and I did some steps inside while dinner was cooking, just to keep the daily exercise streak going.

Doug and I have been watching a series on Netflix called Outer Banks, which is at once good and ridiculous and adventurous and stupid. These improbably way too good looking high school kids would all be dead 100 times by now, and they talk a lot about their feelings. A lot. Too much. Still. I've seen dumber shows.

Season 1 was better than season 4, I'll say that much. We have one episode left before the waiting for season 5 begins. 

At least the soundtrack is fantastic. Lots of great music interspersed through the whole series. 

Right then. Not much else to share. I need to do laundry, and start thinking about getting ready for our little trip this weekend. 

Digits below.

 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 15min/.67 miles; 5500+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 177
4:30pm: 144
10:15pm: 211 (see cookies below)

food:
coffee/water
9am: 2 chocolate chip cookies (I baked last night)
10:45am: pb sandwich, no jelly, on 647 white bread
6pm: 2 cluckpucks w/american cheese, some waffle fries
white wine
2 more chocolate chip cookies

Personality Hire

I was talking to a colleague the other day about being under or not qualified for our jobs. Both of us were just laughing our asses off at a situation where we both basically were feeling the absolute worst about not being able to figure something out. He said "I don't think I was hired for knowing how to do things, I think I was hired for my personality. I'm a Personality Hire." I told him to shut up, he sure the hell knows things. He knows a hell of a lot more than I do, that's for sure. 

He's younger than Jess and I feel like in the last two years I've watched him grow exponentially. He wrote a review of me for our annual reviews, and he told me when I walk into a room (usually a virtual room nowadays) I bring a calm and comfort, I can read the room, I'm a steadying presence where people are freaking out. 

That's a personality hire. I'm the personality hire. And I'm okay with that. 

Anyway. No idea what else to post today. Took a walk but didn't get to 10k today and that's alright. Three days in a row is good. Work got in the way today. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. walk w/doug & toffee, 19 minutes/ .87 miles; 6700+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 177
4:45pm: 144
10pm: 164

food:
coffee/water
12:30pm: giant bowl of chicken salad; metformin
6pm: 2 small pieces of pork loin, macaroni salad
6:30pm: metformin+jardiance
7pm: celery+pb
Vodka & diet tonic

Did you ever see the rain?

It has been so long since it rained in these parts. I guess up in New England there are dozens of wildfires burning. Friends of  mine have been posted about the fires all around Massachusetts and Connecticut. 

Not quite that dry here, but rather. The forecast was that it was supposed to rain this morning. I thought about buying tickets to the Commanders v. Steelers game today as a fun surprise for Doug but he said he has no desire to go to a game. He can sit at home, with his dog, and drink all the beer he wants and not have to spend a crazy amount of money, AND he can take a nap as soon as the game is over. 

Truth. 

Which he did. 

Toffee really wanted a walk and Doug needed a nap, so I took her. I don't usually like taking her for a walk because she pulls a lot, and she drives like she's from Maryland, cutting me off and swerving and sniffing everything. It's sometimes a challenge. But. She likes to go fast, so we get a good pace on and it is usually a good clip. We could have gone another block, but she pooped and I do not enjoy carrying the bag of poop with us, so, we turned the corner and headed home.

Geoff was starting to get dinner going, and I opted that while Doug was napping, and dinner was making, that I'd go to the gym. I wanted to use the circuit room, and put a little more time on the treadmill. 

And it started raining on my way up there. By the time I got to the parking lot, it was pouring. So strange and weird a thing to experience after not having even a morning or overnight sprinkle here in the DC area.

The gym was very empty, and I'd forgotten my headphones, so I basically ran the music choices on their Rockbot system. A lot of the bands I want to listen to are not available on the platform, but I was able to throw some Iron Maiden, ABBA, Duran Duran, The Band, CAKE, and others into the mix. 

Note to self: remember headphones, and make a really long music mix to put on shuffle, so it will maybe keep your attention longer.

Not a very exciting day today but the extra walkies was a good thing. Kind of sad we don't get Veterans' Day off because I'd love a Monday holiday. 

Photo of two snoring beasts. Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 2 walks. one with Toffee .94 mile/20 min; treadmill at gym, 1.12 miles, 25 min; 10k+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:30am: 144
4pm: 143
10pm: 250* (note the carb filled evening of foods)

food:
coffee/water
noon: metformin
1:30pm: english muffin w/pb
6pm: kielbasa w/6 pierogies
6:30pm: metformin+jardiance
8pm: rather large piece of raspberry strudel (I skipped the ice cream), 2 beers
10pm: 2 baby bell cheeses

Historic Savage Mill

We needed to get the car's exhaust tested today, it is due by 11/19 and we'll be fresh back from NY and ... well. Today was as good a day as any to get it done. 

There were 10 cars in line, so I took toffee for a parking lot walk while Doug waited his turn at the 24 hour self-serve kiosk. We had a lot of fun walking about. I witnessed a car accident in the parking lot which was just so Maryland to me. 

We headed down the road (up the road?) to Savage to check out the Historic Savage Mill. For while we've been here that's a spot we have never been to. 

We had the dog, so we couldn't go in and poke around, but we took a big walk on the nice trails around the property. We had parked in the upper lot, and I had hoped the trail would connect back to the lot with a bridge or something but it did not, so we turned around and went back. It was beautiful out so it was a really nice stroll. A good place to go back to one day. A lot more upscale than I thought, I expected an antiques mall or thrifting, but it was a pretty interesting place with some nice looking restaurants and bakeries and stuff. 

After our walk, of course when you are far afield you find a brewery. Black Flag is in Columbia, and I called ahead to make sure dogs were welcome. 

Toffee was a champion there, everyone came over to see her and pat her. A good mile and a half walk before going to the brewery was the best thing. 

She splooted on the floor and drank two bowls of water. 

We got food from the food truck there and an extra hot dog roll for her because Doug forgot cookies. The food truck toasted the bun for her (so nice) and we had a really good visit. 

Wanting to be back on the road before it actually got dark out (because it's super hard to see at night around here) we took some beer home to go. Geoff had dinner waiting but I took a nap. I deserved it. 

Great fun and full day. We'll come up with our car emissions test plan for another day.

digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Lotsa Walking 13 min/.65 miles; 31 min/1.16; 10k+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 167
4pm: 195
10:30pm: 177

food:
coffee/water
noon: metformin
3pm: crab dip w/ chips; 2 beers
6pm: metformin+jardiance; bowl of pasta and meat sauce
8pm: pretzels & hummus

Vinho Verde

C and I were texting this morning, nothing brings a bigger smile to my face. She sent me a million photos, so many amazing scenes. So beautiful. I love that she takes a million pictures.

They crossed into Spain today and they left the northwest/north portion of Portugal behind. This is the land of Vinho Verde, the lightweight, slightly bubbly white wine that is the staple of the region. It inspired me. 

I went to the gym (work was so slow that we all kind of agreed to run errands and goof off a little. So I was away from my desk for about an hour total). I stopped at the liquor store and got some Vinho Verde in her honor. And because I needed to do something creative.

At work on Monday, our team is replacing our usual updates and information meeting (our big boss is traveling) with a show and tell. We're supposed to add a photo to a slideshow of what we did over the summer or what Fall means to us. 

It has been 80+ degrees here, so it has not felt very "fall." We haven't had any rain for weeks and weeks but luckily unlike New England nothing is on fire. Yet. It may rain on Sunday. Maybe. Who knows. So, not feeling very fall. I'm sure NO one wants me to talk about Guster althought I have some cute shots from On The Ocean in August. I feel like democracy and the United States are dead so I feel super meh over all. I thought about borrowing some of C's pictures and talking about her, bragging on her badassery and her journey but that's not mine to tell. 

My work bestie and I had a meeting and griped that  "we ain't got nothing good" for this slide show. 

So I decided to do a little fall leaves photo shoot with my wine. Doug's aunt gave us some fall themed wine glasses that I honestly never thought I'd use, but I busted one out just for this, gathered up some leaves, lit the citronella candle because it was already darker than I wanted it to be at 5pm for my fancy little photo shoot.... and I took pictures while the chicken was grilling. Number one is the one going in the slide show. And yes, I will talk about C and D and the Camino and how this was my way of raising a glass to them. 

Now I have something for the slide show, Boom like that. Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. treadmill walk at the gym, 1mile, 24 min; 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 146
5pm: 126
10:30pm: 196

food:
coffee/water
11am: ramekin of mac & cheese w/bacon; giant BLT Salad 
1pm: metformin (almost forgot thanks to a meeting!) 
6pm: 2 grilled chicken thighs w/ shredded cheddar, guacamole, sour cream
6:30pm: metformin+jardiance
7pm: bowl of doritos; 4 oreo cookies
a couple glasses of vinho verde

It's simple, so says the Captain

I wanna tell you about my best friend. My best gal pal pallie gallie. 

C has been a steadfast friend for like 35 years, and we've been through some ups and downs but this is my forever friend. I cannot imagine life without her friendship.

Right now, she's going through some shit, big giant shit, and it's hard. It's hard to watch and be hopeful that everything will be alright. 

But everything will be alright. Things may be different, but they'll be alright. We just never see it while we're in the middle of the horribleness and struggle. I think back on this blog, the house loss and the Bank that Shall Not Be Named. If I didn't have this blog to remind me of things sometimes, well. I may not have a recollection, or remember just how bad it was. It would be a dull and distant echo. 

I always use music, as you know, to connect to a bigger reality. Many songs by Guster and so many others have gotten me through some rough patches. 

C and another friend of ours, D, are in Portugal right now doing the Camino de Santiago. There are lots of approaches to Tuy and the cathedral, D did it a while back in the walking across Spain from East to West. 

Screenshot provided is not the route, but more the city-to-city "ish" of what the distance might be. 

It is November so it is "post season" and C reports it is hot. So hot. I was afraid it would be cold but I guess climate is ... unpredictable. 

She's been struggling. Blisters, pain, exhaustion. She sends me screenshots of her fitbit app with ten times the amount of steps I'm doing just around the neighborhood. I thought they'd be doing maybe 5 miles a day so I was going to try and in spirit and solidarity.  But 13, 17, 18, 21 miles! Um .... wow. 

It's a lot. And it's hard. THIS is hard. 

Pilgrimages are supposed to be challenging, an opportunity to center one's thoughts, focus on your relationship to God, yadda yadda. It is hard to appeal to your inner heart and faith and light of Jesus when your feet are blistered beyond help and you've tripped while carrying your backpack. It is not a paved road in most places, it's cobblestone, so tripping or stumbling is a risk. It's a struggle, internally/spiritually/emotionally/physically. Everythingly.

And while she's been doing this, it was to be an escape from what's happening in the United States with the elections, but it opens a whole can of discomfort and struggle that is different from the president. Does it take your mind off the elections and the results? maybe? But also for me, it would compound it. 

Every day she's been checking in with me... and I've been thinking about Guster's song "The Captain," I found this sweet under-visited video of a stop they did at a rock-climbing gym to play some songs on tour earlier this year. 

Face forward
Move slow
Forge ahead 

In a lot of ways I always think of: 
Do justice
Love mercy
Walk humbly [with your God]

from the prophet Micah when I see those words together, they just connect for me. I'm weird like that. 

Anyway, at the end of the song they sing "Onward" several times. And every day I say a little prayer for C and I say the lines from the Captain, and just Onward, Onward. 

So many Guster friends have Guster tattoos, and my friend Kacey has Onward and some little waves tattooed to her wrist so she can look down at it and make that her mantra. I have a bracelet. I've been wearing this one for days and just touching it like a little rosary, saying little prayers, each letter. Each blue or green bead. A sort of pilgrimage along with her, without the blisters and bruises.

It will be over eventually. She'll get to Tuy, she'll come home. And it'll be okay. Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 26 minutes/1.15 mile walk (treadmill said 1 mile but the fitbit measures my pace and seems more on target for what I'd usually get at 26 min). circuit room full of high school kids. 8k+ steps by bedtime 

blood glucose:

8:15am: 164
4pm: 153
10pm: 176

food:
coffee/water
11:45am: large bowl of homemade chicken salad (mayo, cream cheese, grapes, walnuts)
noon: metformin
2pm: apple w/pb
7:15pm: metformin+jardiance; bowl of chili (beans & meat, tomatoes, cheese, sour cream, a couple fritos)
8pm: 4 Oreo cookies

Bad Bad World

It's funny, this country. 

I look at my facebook feed, my friends list, and I would say it is a 90% Harris vs. 10% Trump split. The Harris folks were all "be kind, do justice for the marginalized, love everyone." The Trumpies were all pictures of Harris as a piece of shit in a toilet getting flushed, "Joe and the Hoe" jokes, and Trump as some sort of blessed and protected by Jesus deified figure.

I went to an evangelical college, so if you look at that bunch of humans, we actually had people who were siding more on the side of the gospel with the former and a lot less on the side of the gospel with the latter, well. Yeah. 

It's all rather exhausting. And if I didn't need to be paying attention for work, I would not be paying attention. And I'm trying not to have arguments with people. And I'm trying not to just mute or block.  I just feel like it is going to get worse though. 

Work today was interesting. We were going to split shifts again, if things were bad but nothing is bad and everything's fine. Except that the world is breaking around us. I actually had several meetings that were scheduled from 1pm onward so splitting my shift would not have worked. 

After my last meeting ended at 4:30, I took the dog for a walk, Doug had a 5pm meeting and she hasn't gone on a good walk for a couple days. She took me for a walk is more like it. I put on Guster's "Easy Wonderful" and the songs just made me feel so good.

 "There is love, there is peace in this world. So take it back, say it's not what you thought..."

It isn't such a bad, bad world.

And that's what I'm going to stand beside. Standing in the dark, waiting up for the light. 

Digits below 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 24 min/1.11 mile walk with the dog. it was a challenge. 8300+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 171
4:30pm: 183
10:30pm: 166

food:
coffee/water
10am: a very very big piece of raspberry cheese danish
11am: Metformin
12:30pm: grilled chicken and 2 slices of Gouda on 647 Italian bread
2pm: protein shake
6:30pm: metformin+jardiance; beef pot roast (from Lidl, in a package) over oven roasted baby potatoes (probably too many potatoes)
white wine+ ginger ale

Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise

Because of the election coverage today, and the nature of our jobs, my boss did some creative time shifting of our team's schedules for today and tomorrow. 

I worked 9am-1pm today, then time shifted with1pm-5pm off. Back at it at 5 until 9pm. To be honest, I like the big block of no work in the middle of the day. To be honest through, it would have been no big deal to work through, make dinner at 5 or 6, and then come back to work with the elections coverage. 

Ending at 9pm felt a little early, so I did not. I didn't stop paying attention. Laptop still on lap, watching the East, Central, Mountain time zone reports coming in. 

Our teams work on web widgets to show election results. I love how hard the team works and makes things. We test them, we put them out, we trust our clients to use them, and tonight we have folks on hand to help if things go wrong. Me being one.

I worked long past 9, watching the results flow in, watching my colleagues working so hard, checking the helpdesk tickets, worrying about the website handling all the requests, worried about the traffic, hoping things didn't break. Chatting with the team. And feeling really sad. 

And I was thinking about songs that bring me solace. Lots of Guster songs obviously. And in my sad I thought of a song by the Avett Brothers, here for you below: 

There's a darkness upon me that's flooded in light
In the fine print they tell me what's wrong and what's right
And it comes in black and it comes in white
And I'm frightened by those that don't see it 

When nothing is owed or deserved or expected
And your life doesn't change by the man that's elected
If you're loved by someone, you're never rejected
Decide what to be and go be it

Scott and Seth are right. Decide what to be and go be it. 

Be happy, Be kind, Be amazing, Be loving and supportive, Be the best person you can ever be. And I have a head full of doubt tonight but know we're on a road full of promise if we're on it together. 

This was a long day. And it'll be a long day tomorrow. And it'll be a long 4 years. But come with me. Let's decide what to be and go be it. Let's get out of bed tomorrow. 

And as Guster sings, "Onward..."

 Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. forgot to start my fitbit to count the treadmill time, Kicked it in 2 min late. after I started, fitbit reports, 31 minutes/1.30 miles.  10k + steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 187
5pm: 188
10pm: 191

food:
coffee/water
10:30: everything bagel with onion/chive cream cheese
11am: Metformin
12pm: bowl of mac & cheese w/bacon, extra queso dip mixed in.
6pm: metformin+jardiance; bowl of rice topped w/thai sauced chicken and asparagus
High Noon seltzer (it is election night, after all)
7-8pm: 2 giant bowls of popcorn
9pm: 2 baby bell cheeses

I was not going to vote

I live in a county where in 2020 Biden/Harris absolutely brutally crushed Trump/Pence. The dems won Maryland in 2020 with over 60% of the vote. And it appears, unless something wacky happens, it'll happen again this year. 

The vote by mail ballots arrived, and Doug filled his out and sent it, laughing that it doesn't make a difference who he voted for. Robert F. Kennedy is still on the ballot, so for shits and giggles, one could vote for that Class A moron just to vote for someone and maybe send a message of "you gave us rotten cheese A and rotten cheese B to pick from so we choose rotten cheese C. (That guy is particularly insane and dangerous, an absolute monster). 

I sat looking at my ballot for days, and finally filled it out today. I dropped it at the post office, it is being sent Express Mail by law because your girl can't get out of her own way to do a thing. So I've actively spent government money foolishly. There is allegedly a ballot drop box near the post office but I couldn't find it at all. 

If I wanted my vote to count, it may not be counted until later this week or some shit, but, that costly piece of paper went out into the world. And it is done.

I'm not a fan of either candidate, I'll be absolutely honest. 

But in my heart of hearts, deep in my little baby soul, I can't abide by Donald Trump returning to the presidency. I just can't. 

Every day he says and does things that make me want to just walk up to people who support him and ask "how. How can you support this. Did you hear what that man just said? Did you actually hear it. Do you not understand that he's not a stand up comedian. This is not funny."

I may feel like Harris says a lot of words and maybe is making a lot of promises and pledges and there's a lot of Idiot Wind coming out of her. But. 

She spends a lot of time saying "I'm not Joe Biden," when people ask her about Biden initiatives and horrible dumb things his administration has done. Which is the wrong answer. Own the stuff you've been part of for 4 years. Instead, the far more important thing is she's not Trump. 

And so yeah. She got my vote. My one vote that in my county is just going to rack up to a giant ass whooping on Trump. And I wish every county would contribute to a giant ass whooping on him but so many places are 49% to 49%, and what the hell. Where's the margin of error. I feel like my conscience is better for this choice. And I'm okay with that. 

Once upon a time, I thought myself conservative. Heck, I thought myself libertarian until libertarians went completely stone cold bonkers crazy off the deep end, and then conservatives invaded the Capitol Building in what I honestly see as an insurrection. 

I can't.

I can't anymore with these people, and four years of this president - again - I don't think I'm going to be able to maintain my sanity. 

And also yeah - it's true, for all the "whataboutism" things that people spew at me, I can't with the Antifa protesters and people taking over cities like Portland Oregon and college campuses. I can't with those motherfuckers either. 

I feel like those people are who I was maybe when I was 18. I may not have ever taken place in any sort of sit-in or occupy the college administration building and make demands civil or uncivil disobedience movement. But I feel I could have been talked to, educated, reasoned with, participated in dialog with. 

Not sure the vast majority of Trump fans can. 

Of all the people I've blocked on FB recently, all of them are Trump groupies. Not a single person I know who is not a Trump person has garnered a block. Because they're not constantly vomiting up their love and adoration for Harris or anyone else, in the horribly misogynistic, racist, disgusting ways some of them have.  

I've blocked some good people, family members, some old friends. I'll wait a couple weeks and unblock them to see if it is safe but if it is anything like 2020 some folks will stay blocked. 

For the most part, my peace of mind is better. If they just went back to posting about sports, their kids/grandkids, music, their pets... life would be fine. But just as much as I can't stand hearing from Trump, I can't stand hearing from the peanut gallery. And I'm fine with that. 

I voted. Like I said, in my county, it doesn't matter. I don't have to stand in line for hours. I don't have to do a single thing now, but wait.

With the rest of you.

Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. no walk, 6k by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 188
xpm: forgot to take a reading
10pm: 210 (see late metformin and apple) 

food:
coffee/water
9:30am: giant chocolate chip cookie
11am: metformin
12:30pm: grilled turkey & gouda on oat nut bread
6pm: 2 cluck pucks, on rolls, 
8pm: metformin+jardiance; apple w/pb 

The Daylight Saving Switch Hangover

I did not drink alcohol last night. But I feel like I have an epic hangover. Sick to my stomach, pounding headache, lethargy, foggy brain. Dehydrated, dry mouth, shakey. And it happens every year. Doug asked if I think I am getting sick but no. This is par for this course. 

It's just an hour. Why does this impact me so badly. 

No real entry today. I barely ate, did nothing fun. We were going to go to DC for plant swap at the brewery but I just could not rally. 

I may even call out tomorrow. 

Meh.

Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 17 min. .5 mile walk inside. 5k steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:45am: 165
5pm: 143
9pm: 200 

food:
coffee/water
noon: metformin
a lot of Tea & Lemon
6:30pm: slice of french bread pizza (thanks for cooking, Geoff)

Tangy and Brown Cider Town

I didn't feel like doing an entry yesterday. 

I was incredibly tired, with a banging headache. So much so I was worried I had covid. I had a call with a client at 2pm that absolutely drained my energy.  There's a long, bad history with this guy going back to our Boston office that I won't write in detail about here. But suffice to say when my Work Bestie told me he wanted a call, and a demo of our content management system, we both inserted many "why" and "sobbing" emojis into our discussion. 

I did the call. 

I was gracious and friendly, even though it took him less than 5 minutes to bring up my former boss and how they 'didn't see eye to eye,' and all the troubles the team, "MY" wonderful team gave him. I thought for sure there's no way this guy does not remember me. But after a while I thought yeah, he does not. 

Continuing to be gracious and friendly, I set expectations about what our product does and let him talk and talk and show me the things their website does. "We need to set ourselves apart from our geographical neighbors, and all their websites look the same, and our brand has to look completely different and unique." 

Fair. But there are ways to do this, and why do you feel this way when 5 other geographical neighbors are also geographical neighbors to the other sites, and they seem to be working just fine with websites that "look" similar. They all have a very unique flavor. There are ways to make you stand out. 

I didn't get to demo the back-end of the product at all because he just would not let me get a word in edgewise. His content manager was on the call, and very interested not so much in the "what are we going to lose" if we move onto your content management system but "what are we going to gain." 

I wanted to talk to that guy so much. Because honestly, the couple things you'll lose do not outweigh the many things you'll gain. 

After the call, I took an almost 2 hour nap. I didn't intend to - I just wanted to lay down for a bit, close my eyes, but. The windows were open, it was cool and comfortable in the guest room, and Toffee was a little baked potato of comfort next to me. 

Part of me really hopes this client does not come into our fold. Please do not. Since you left our services, I've not thought of you, have not been stressed out by you. I've enjoyed working with not you. 

But another part of me recognizes that we can give him more than what he's currently getting, even if he has to give up a cool widget that makes an ocean wave motion (even if they're not on the coast, i don't know why he thinks this is so important....) 

I get to schedule a follow up call next week to actually do the demo of the product and test drive them around. 

The nap was good for my brain, the company was very nice. Golden Hour Toffee.

Jess came up last night to grab their car, go back to DC, load up their things they brought with them (laptop, monitor, duffel bag, many things for three weeks of a stay) and then bring the car back to our house. There was no parking available for their car where they house-sat so I'm glad we're close enough that they could keep the Subi here, and not worry about it. We're in a rather safe neighborhood, with tons of parking, so I was comfortable and confident having it here with us. 

Because none of us had gone to the market for anything, and we ordered Chinese food on Halloween, we didn't have dinner stuff handy. Initially we'd thought about going to the Brewery and eat at the food truck, but I had no energy to do so. I hadn't even showered. I sent Geoff to the market to get stuff for dinner and Jess arrived. 

Jess pointed out that this timing was actually good, they could take their car back to the city, temporarily park in the neighbors' spot, load up the car and bring it back, and then eat. 

Perfect. 

We ate a late dinner and watched a bunch of Bob's Burgers Halloween episodes. All super quality. The absolute best. Here's a list from Vulture, and I have to agree with the top 3. Perfection. I was really super tired by 10 and decided to turn in so Doug took Jess to the train and I was out cold before they texted me that they were "home at Coco's house."

I was already sad and missing them, and maybe that's why I'm so tired. I deal with sad in weird ways. 

I woke up before 1am, shockingly (not) and went to the guest room. Windows open, soft breeze, actually required the big purple blanket. Toffee eventually joined me. I started several podcasts and fell asleep before the ends of them. Repeatedly. 

Because Jess mentioned the goal was to "depart in a single digit number hour," I thought (ha) they'd be here by 9. I set an alarm clock for 9:30. They texted me to say they were getting on the metro - it took a little while to get tidied up and prepare the house for the folks coming home today. Plenty of time to wake up. 

I took a shower (note: when you feel shitty sometimes just take a shower, the hot water and heat can just make you feel more human). Jess got here at about 10:30. 

What was so great about the past couple weeks is that it would take literally an hour or 90 minutes for them to get here. And we weren't up each other's asses with "come for dinner, let's do this, let's go here, do you wanna..." The first full week and weekend Jess had all the autonomy they wanted. They love getting away from the roommates, and staying with someone's animal/s and this was precious time for them. 

But as mom, precious time for me, too. I'm glad we had the one brewery trip, and Halloweening, and dinners, and just basic hanging out. I'm glad they got to meet our neighbors and their insane pittie pupper. I'm glad there was ample cuddle time with Miss Toffee. 

And I'm sad to see them go. They left a little before noon, and I hope they make it by 9pm to the next destination. They're house sitting some more, for a colleague of a colleague (they've house sat for this lady for well over a year now) on Cape Cod. Jess will take Grandma out to lunch on Saturday next week, and I think they'll be there for Thanksgiving too. 

We talked about when the next time is I'll see them. Probably Christmas if I go up to be with Shirley. Most likely Christmas and I will go up and see Shirley. 

After Jess left, Doug and I went for a ride up north of us to a farm stand. He had read about how they have some of the best apples in the area. It's a very low-key not fancy place, and we got some cider, two big bags of apples, gawked at the dutch apple pie and some of the baked goods. 

It was a nice trip, and I thought we'd go do more things after the farm stand but Doug wanted to come home and have some cider and take a nap. Oh, okay. I showered for this. Anticipated a little more, but. 

Pictures of farm stand junk. Everything was so colorful, and I had to grab snaps.

We killed the half gallon of cider (with Geoff's help) in a matter of minutes.  Doug went to nap, and I messed with Pictures and Pokemon, and took Toffee for a very brisk and energetic walk. 

Digits below the last farm stand photo. Digits below.

Friday digits

exercise: 8/12 hours. Missed a couple, 2pm because of a meeting 5 and 6 because of a nap, 7 because i didn't feel like it. 3600+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 154
5pm: 130
11pm: 183 

food:
coffee/water
10am: english muffin w/pb
12:45pm: metformin
5pm: pb sandwich on oat nut bread
8pm: bowl of baked ziti, heavy on the meat sauce, 2 pieces of garlic bread
8:30pm: Metformin+Jardiance

Saturday digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 17 min/ 0.7mile walk with toffee. 7k by bedtime.

blood glucose:

10am: 184
5pm: 183
10pm: 145 

food:
coffee/water
11:30am: BLT Salad
12:30pm: metformin
2pm: a whole bunch of Apple cider (label said it is very high in sugar. oops) w/a little white rum
5:30pm: left over Cod and shrimp w/broccoli
5:45pm: metformin+jardiance
6:15pm: pb sandwich on oat nut bread
8pm: one giant chocolate chip cookie

It happens every year

Previously here in the blog, I've mentioned how Doug's mom refers to Trick-or-Treaters as "Halloweeners" and it is my favorite thing. I mentioned this to Jess the other night and they had no idea she calls them that. So it was a big laugh. Heh. Halloweeners.

We were at the hardware store the other day and they had so many cute and fun Halloween things. I don't really need one of those yards, full of inflatables and spooky things, but ya know. A fun ghost here and there. Bats or some shit.in a tree. Just a couple. But I never buy them. 

I bought a cute hat and necklace, and that was ... well. It.

I don't have costume things. I had a cool witch hat but hell if I can't find it now. I had some big plastic pumpkins that were fun to put strings of white lights in and set out on the porch. 

Living here in the DC area, I have looked over the past few years of Halloween and it has been really fun for us here. Tonight was pretty great.

We ran out of candy for the first time in a long long time. 

Well, Doug ate a lot of it. But. He insists only a little. I think it was 1/3 of what we bought. Not worth an argument, eh?

So many kids, so much fun. Dogs and kids and friends. It felt really good for halloweeners. 

I took Jess to the metro and they missed the last train. What world class city has zero trains from the suburbs beyond 11:30pm, I ask you. Jesus. 

We came back to the house and I got them an uber because I had too much wine to actually be a responsible drive my kid back to DC person. Realizing now this will publish on 11/1 and I should maybe make a 2 day post but. It is all good. 

Here's a pic of my neighbors R and J with their friends, with nothing but love for the Samhain and Halloween night. Digits below for 10/31 indeed.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 18 min/ .72 mile walk around the yard; 7100+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 172
xpm: n/a forgot to test in the afternoon
11:30pm: 167 

food:
coffee/water
11am: Some sort of omelet disaster (not enough egg, too many ingredients) so let's call it a cheesy scramble. Chorizo, mushrooms, red onion, spinach, 2 eggs, some shredded mexican cheddar.
noon: metformin
2:15pm: Apple w/pb
6 something pm: some chinese food, not a lot
7pm: metformin+jardiance
wine

two hundred point two

The other day I was at the market, and near the register they had this giant display of popcorn. A Carmel Corn/Cheddar Cheese mix.

Damn if those are not my two fave popcorn flava flaves!  Boyiiiiiiiieeee.

So I bought 2 bags. I thought for sure, someone will help me eat a bag of this while we watch the Steelers game.

But no one did. They sat in the cabinet, waiting.

Today, I was in a 90 minute webinar and bored. I'd already had breakfast, had lunch, and I was still hungry for something. So. I carried my laptop into the kitchen to forage. There they were, quietly waiting. 

I got a ramekin of popcorn. This'll do. 

Then a second, a third, and then I just finished the fucking bag. 

First, it was crunchy and delicious. Then, it was like, so delicious. And finally, it was delightfully crunchy delicious, amazing, and gone. And I'm listening to this webinar, off camera, stuffing my face with this magnificent popcorn. 

I feel shitty about that, considering I weighed myself this morning and I've been making slow and steady progress in dropping some weight. Stark raving pre- shower nakedness i was 200.2. Didn't believe it, stepped back on and remeasured, 200.2 Official I guess.

after the shower, 200.8 because I guess my hair weighs a lot when wet.

So okay, that's super close to the 199 goal. When then I reset the goal to 190. good on me?

But when you eat a giant bag of popcorn as a "snack." Well. At least popcorn doesn't weigh as much as say a pizza. The big impact was on my blood sugar when I took it this afternoon. I really need to get walking more.  So I was sure to squeeze in some form of walk. 

C and her sister sent me a gift. Recently in Pittsburgh, they got me shiny sparkly Steelers hats. 

Selfie for proof of life and sparkliness. 

Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Indoor walk, 16 minutes, 0.7 miles, while dinner was cooking. 6k by bedtime.

blood glucose:

9:30am: 172
4:30pm: 250
9:30pm: 220 

food:
coffee/water
9:45am: English muffin w/pb
11:30am: bowl of chicken Salad. Metformin.
between 1:30-3pm: entire bag of popcorn
4:30pm: several slices of turkey, chicken salad
6pm: bowl of cheese tortellini w/sauce
7pm: metformin+jardiance
8pm: 8 ritz crackers w/pb

Fire Pit and Dog Fun

Almost forgot to do an entry. 

We had Toffee's best dog friend over tonight for a mad fun play date. Meg is taller than Toffee now, and they do not stop playing. Non-Freaking-Stop. Such a good time. 

We brought some rope toys out, and Meg chewed off a piece of rope and puked. Like you do. Her doggie mom was so embarrassed but we were like "dogs puke. it's outside. life is good." 

They also knocked over a table and pot (broke the pot) but it was a yard sale or free pot, or one we got from Doug's aunt's house. It was not a treasured family heirloom terra cotta pot. 

"Jane," I said, "you can see how fancy we are. It's okay." 

I also have to get all the pots put away, and figure out what needs fixed/glued, and this time, not keep them in the shed but put them in the basement so they won't crack like most of them did over the winter.

Jess came up, and we all got to hang out. I just got back from taking them to the train. 

It makes me a little sad knowing that on Saturday they head back to New England. I'm going to miss the easy access to my kid. 

"Hey, you wanna come up and watch some dogs act like the craziest things ever?"

"Yeah sure, I'll be up around 7." 

That isn't going to be the case. Not for a while. But, they'll be house sitting for someone near my mom starting this weekend, and I've got a list of "go look at this and tell me how broken it is. Take pictures." 

That's about it, I guess. No good pictures of dogs because it got hella dark really fast. We did have a fire in the pit, which was great. But yeah - they were so fast they were blurry. Sad. Sad. Sad. Picture evidence. and. Digits, below.  

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  no walk. 5k steps by bedtime.

blood glucose:

9:15am: 192
5pm: 138
10:15pm: 149 

food:
coffee/water
10:15am: english muffin w/pb
12pm: metformin
12:30pm: bowl of chicken salad w/ red onion & walnuts
5pm: last piece of banana bread
5:30pm: cod & shrimp baked in a casserole w/ritz cracker topping, butter, lemon

No Walkies

My mom called me at 4:30pm and blew up my ears for an hour. Doug came up to take Toffee for a walk and honest to God I would have gone with him if I wasn't on the phone with her. 

I worry about her mentally sometimes. I won't get into it, but she said some interesting things and I was slightly stunned by the bananapants things coming out of her mouth. She's so contrary (mom, why don't you just call them and ask, I say. No, I want to go and ask in person. Okay then fucking GO ASK IN PERSON, jesus lady why are you bitching to me about shit???) 

Doug left. I put dinner on the grill. I had plenty of time I could be doing steps but paid attention to the grillables, Dinner was delicious. 

I thought our neighbors were coming over with their puppy but we rescheduled for tomorrow. I'll have dinner done, ready, eaten by 5:30 so we can have good outside time. 

It's getting dark early, and friends, we know what happens on Sunday. Even Darker. 

After dinner, Geoff baked cookies, we kind of made up our own peanut butter cookie recipe, and it was wonderful. Hard not to eat 90 cookies, I swear. But I did have more than I should. 

I could have gone for a walk, but I cleaned up from Cookies, and got dishes going and laundry going. Before I knew it was after 9:30 and not willing to go for a walk. 

Good day all around otherwise. Digits below miss Toffee.

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours. Missed 1pm by probably a step or two. I was making a marinade in the kitchen and it was suddenly 2pm). No measurable walk. 5k steps by bedtime.

blood glucose:

9am: 183
4:30pm: 163
10:30pm: 208 

food:
coffee/water
10:45am: giant slab of banana bread
12:30pm: Metformin, grilled gouda & turkey on super seed bread (rather high carbs overall but ... super seeds). 
6pm: Grilled marinaded chicken thighs (yogurt, dill, oregano, olive oil, garlic, lemon juice), cuke/tomato/red onion salad w/tzatziki, grilled peppers
7pm: metformin+jardiance
3 beers
4 peanut butter/cocoa cookies from geoff 

The Weekend Update - Fire Pit and Long Walk

Saturday we went over to pick up a new fire pit we'd ordered at the local nice family hardware store. When we got home, I asked if Doug could fix the toilet seat with the hardware we bough last weekend. He said he didn't sign up for that. But it was needed. The hinge on one side of the seat had cracked (my fault) and was getting progressively worse and worse, finally coming all the way off the toilet seat... so he set to it and found out that "universal" hinge package is a lie. It was not universal. The screws did not line up with the toilet seat, it was all wrong and messed up. 

So the amount of swearing to express anger and dismay, and use of a power tool were epic. It got done, the toilet seat is secure, the lid is discarded. 

Last week when we were at the hardware store, he decided to buy the hinges and not a whole new toilet seat. I said "ya know... maybe we should just get a new toilet seat and not mess with this hinge dealie because this is going to end in tears." 

I didn't want to say "I told you so," while I sat on the couch chuckling at his rage, but. I ... told you so. 

Anyway, he got it fixed and then while the tool kit was out, he went out and set up the fire pit we just picked up. It took him longer than he'd expected but it worked out. It is beautiful.

Jess got here around 2 after a day trip to Baltimore, and we decided we'd head more into the city for beer and dinner. There is a brewery we don't get to much because it's a little hard to get to (I just realized last night how easy it is to get to if you take the metro, it's just a short, easy, less than a mile walk from the train station to the brewery, so note to self...) 

We brought the dog, and I didn't want to. Last time we took the dog to a brewery she was an absolute monster, and I didn't want to deal with that again. Both Jess and Doug insist she needs to learn, so we need to do this more often, and yes, she's not going to learn if I just keep her home whilst we go about our fun business. 

She did pretty good. We sat outside and were away from the other tables, but she so very wanted to visit the other tables. People. Children. Oh CHILDREN she loves them so. 

Eventually a woman came over with her little girl, dressed in an alligator costume for Halloween. The little girl was very afraid of dogs but also so tempted. So mommy came with, and we gave her a cookie to give to Toffee, it was successful, and then they were best friends. BFFs. Lots of love. 

There was a BBQ vendor there, with a little mini-smoke house, wood burning, fragrant, very fall feeling. It was just comfortable enough outside to sit. There was a band inside and they were hella loud, so I would not have enjoyed being inside. They let dogs in, and she would have ... been crazy. 

Outside, we got sammitches and mac & cheese. A little too much on the carb level for me, especially after being so good recently. The beers were great, I've made friends with the brewer and his wife, and we had a great chat.  It was a good trip out. 

I need to get some good shots of Jess and Toffee. 

We dropped Jess off at where they are house sitting, Doug was worried about putting them on the metro (at 7:30pm, on a Sunday). Jess thought it ridiculous to be worried. They're a grown ass human. But he Dadded on it, and dropped at the house. It's a neighborhood I've never been in, DC is full of those. Not a bad place, close enough to shopping and foods but a nice residential side-street that was quiet and tidy. I had to pee so I met the cat. Delightful. 

We watched a really bad horror movie that left more questions about why than it answered. The whole time we're yelling "but why is she doing this!" 

The acting was great, and it was scary enough for spooky season. It is spooky season after all. 

Sunday I woke up organically way before 9am and had to go to the bathroom, so it just made sense to be up. Toffee got fed and let out, I played with my phone until Doug got up. He put on the news, I started baking banana bread. Like ya do. It came out great, and after it was tested Doug suggested we go for a walk. I had no real excuse so we went. 

Technically two walks, the first one was 1.38 miles, and then we rested and walked another .77 home. It was, according to the fitbit, just under a solid hour. I felt strong and sturdy, and a 2 mile walk, followed by big glasses of water and starting some football viewing was just great. 

Doug took a nap, I got Jess at the train and we went to the market for dinner things. Doug wanted french bread pizza so I got the fixin's and brought it all home. He cooked while I hung out with Jess.

After dinner, it was time to test drive the fire pit. It was perfect. I should measure our old one (which I'm hoping to get Geoff to put out on the side of the road tomorrow for the garbage) because I feel like this thing holds a lot more wood than the last. 

It was a perfect night. I feel good even after the longer than I usually walk kind of walk. And I didn't eat too much pizza. Win. 

Digits below.

Saturday digits

exercise: 11/12 hours. No walk. 6400+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 175
n/apm: not taken, we were on the way to the brewery
11pm: 200 

food:
coffee/water
noon: Metformin, Breakfast burrito, approx 2 eggs, 3 strips of bacon, cheese, guac, salsa
5pm: metformin+jardiance, some brisket & mac and cheese; 3 beers
9pm: 4 apple cookies (probably why my sugar was so high Sunday morning)

Sunday digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 2 walks, 36 min/1.38 miles and then a break, 20 min/.77 miles home; 10,500+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 223
4pm: 167
10pm: 179 

food:
coffee/water
noon: Metformin; slice of banana bread hot out of the oven
6pm: metformin+jardiance; 2 chunks of french bread pizza, gave a large piece of the bread to Doug after the toppings all slid off and I ate just that. 1 beer

Delightful Phone Calls

Today I was spending time copying and pasting and coloring in on a spreadsheet after replying to messages and saying 'yes customer has received file' etc. Lots of progress in one day. This little project needed a day of just my face, and fingers, paying attention to it. 

My husband and I made plans to go to NYC to go see Swept Away for my birthday. (See my entry on the first viewing). He bought the tickets (2pm Matinee, with dinner to follow) for me, Ronnie, Linda. I mentioned it to friends in PA that we haven't seen in forever and they are also incredibly interested in seeing this so they may be joining us. That would be sweet as heck. 

We're going up on Friday of that weekend, and then coming home Monday, and then for good measure, I took the day off on my actual birthday because that's how you do it. 

I'm not sure what Doug was thinking he wanted to do for my birthday, but I'm sure it wasn't this. But that's the thing about your birthday - you get to pick. I am sure whatever he felt like doing would have been nice and just fine, but, I want to do this. And he's obliged. Three weeks baby.

While I was working on the project my phone rang and it was my bestie, at the airport, headed to Pennsylvania for her nephew's wedding. Near Doug's family's ancestral home. And I hope she and her sister truthfully have an amazing and fun time, AND get to drive through the magnificent Fort Pitt tunnel and they don't think I'm some sort of weirdo for loving the things I love. 

I'm a simple bean. I love the Fort Pitt Tunnel, I love the Mount Washington in Pittsburgh, and I just love it there. 

Anyway, I had a ton of fun chatting with her while she was waiting at the airport for her flight, and I was jealous of her travel. 

She had to board her flight and I continued to work, spreadsheet, helpdesk ticket, email, wash, rinse, repeat. I didn't get through all the things but yeah, put a big fat dent in them. 

Dinner was good except I had too many mashed potatoes, and then I didn't have zero carb snack options, so I made toast with PB on super multi grain seeded bread. 

No picture today, just vibes. 

More tomorrow.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  21 min. walk/.89 miles in the house; 6500+ steps today 

blood glucose:

8:30am: 192
5pm: 168
10pm: 191 

food:
coffee/water
noon: metformin; bowl of mac & cheese w/hamburger
2:30pm: protein shake
6pm: piece of flounder w/coconut crust (Aldi frozen fish); multi colored carrots; big pile of mashed potato. 6:30pm: metformin+jardiance
8pm: pb toast on multi grain seeded bread
red wine

End of Garden

I spent some time today emptying some outdoor pots of their holdings.  The plants were long gone, time to let the summer growth go. One or two plants seem to be continuing their joy but for the most part, things are gone. Long leggy stems with dead flowers at the end. 

I spent my lunch time puttering around out there, and I noticed the trees. They are not in full throes of splendor yet. Kind of just getting started around here, to be honest. I walked around the street and took a couple of shots. Looking up the road first thing in the morning it is usually such a display so I'll try and catch that. It's hard because we've had no rain, and a very dry summer overall, so things are not as zing zang zowie as we'd like to see. 

Friends of mine are headed to Boston this weekend, their kids are looking at colleges so I hope the city puts on a display for them.

Good day overall for me. We went and picked the car up from the dealership after getting a bunch of work done. Traffic was a nightmare coming home, but the trees made it worth my while to leave the house and go look at them. 

So happy tomorrow is Friday. 

Digits below some pictures.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  25 min, 1.09 mile walk in the house. 7600+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 179
4:15pm: 146
10pm: 179 

food:
coffee/water
10am: English Muffin w/pb and dollop of high quality preserves
11:30am: Metformin
1:30pm: last piece of salmon (about 3 oz?) over a little left over salad, refreshed w/cherry tomatoes & bleu cheese dressing
6pm and onward, a lot of spicy crunchy trail mix from Aldi; metformin+jardiance
7pm: 2 cheeseburgers w/spinach & cherry tomato salad w/bleu cheese (more trail mix)
Vodka & diet tonic w/ lots of lemon

Snake Plant House Moving

I had a mini-panic attack today after a team meeting. I've been focused on my own project and there is something that usually I would have my fat hands in, testing and poking, and oh - it hasn't received a lot of attention. I won't go into much more than that but just say that come Monday we'll have a testing plan in place, and I hope the testing goes flawlessly. 

After the meeting, I thought Doug and I were going to pick our car up at the Mini dealership, where it has been for two whole weeks getting some needed repairs, but no. That didn't happen. 

So I decided it was plant watering day, and oh, while we're at it, let's repot these two snake plants. In May of 2023, I split up a snake plant, and did a big repotting. Today I did it with two. They needed bigger houses. Getting one of them out of the pot was a real challenge! 

I have five of these now. In the picture in that post linked above, that's 3. The one in the middle got put into a bigger pot, and it is huge. Like four feet tall huge. I didn't take a picture of it today but I should. 

I felt much better after doing this Farmer Chris stuff. The pot I used had been on the porch all summer, and that plant was finished, so I cleaned the pot up, and got the new house ready. The other one I repotted doesn't have a picture, but it moved into the freshly vacated pot, and now looks so happy. 

Because I have five, I think at least one will move to the guest room, but that means I have to clear off the bookcase or bureau and make a home. 

A task for another day.

I had a good chat with another teammate about my feelings and fears, and she is right there. She's been more in the middle of this process and I told her some stories about the past where she and I both decided we have to pull everyone up and have a meeting, and do some testing, because. I don't want our team caught holding the bag, again, we have knowledge and history. Let's make sure shit doesn't go down in a bad way, an unexpected way, if we can possibly prevent that from happening. 

Doug took Toffee for a walk while I was talking to my co-worker. I would have gone with him if I wasn't in the meeting. I wasn't going to make dinner tonight, I would leave that to the boy. I started my walk around in the house after the chat, and Geoff got home and made a good meal. I'm super thankful for him. 

Anyway. Here are some pictures of the roots of the snake plants. They're so healthy and strong! and really will thrive in a new bigger home, both of them. Super excited!

Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 20 min. indoor walk (would have kept going but Doug and Toffee got home). 7k by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 155
5pm: 163
10:30pm: 146 

food:
coffee/water
9:45am: english muffin w/ slice of american cheese and 4 strips of bacon
11am: metformin
12:45pm: apple+pb
6pm: chorizo quesadilla w/ guac and sour cream; metformin+jardiance
red wine