Sorry no post yesterday, I started to write at 10:30pm and just felt it was way smarter to go to bed. The last thing I wanted to do was have my laptop in my lap and be typing, after doing it for so many hours.
I'll be pumping the brakes on the big project here for a little bit. Two days this week my sysadmin is out, and I'm not doing calls without him. nope. And then I'm taking some time off. I've got 3 calls today, 2 on Friday, and one on Monday of next week. Then, 2025.
Looking at my calendar and seeing so much open space for two whole days this week made me giggle with joy.
I love getting through each of these meetings, I love moving people from In Progress to Completed. I love when it works and when it is successful. I love seeing those numbers fall from one side of the spreadsheet to the other side. It's a great feeling of accomplishment. The task itself has been a monumental beast, though. And even my sysadmin has been flummoxed by a couple of these situations. If he's flummoxed... you know it is bad.
He's also slowly revealing a fantastic sense of humor. He's very soft spoken, and I haven't heard him crack a lot of jokes or say anything weird. One of our clients had a particularly long set of requisites for the thing we're doing. It's called a Zone file. I said "wow, this is a lot." And he said "yeah, it's not a zone file, it's an OZONE file," and I didn't get it. So he had to explain it to me that it stretches up into space it's so long.
That kind of killed me. I treasure him.
Anyway. It's tiring and I'm tired, and it makes my brain hurt. Every day I say "you really need to go to the gym, walk the dog, do something different. Bake the damn cookies you made dough for. Do it. And then I turn into a slug. Just like Randy in "A Christmas Story" .... Randy laid there like a slug. It was his only defense.
This morning I was tempted to just sleep in. My boss is traveling, and so I knew no one would miss me. But Tuesday is trash day and the trucks were all around my neighborhood starting at 8am. Toffee was snuggled up behind my butt, if it was quiet, it would have been the perfect recipe for extended snoozin'... I got up and our big boss messaged me, she had some questions in his absence and wanted to run one by me. Thankfully I was up, and she doesn't like cameras on when we slack or zoom so she didn't see my mess of a self that I am.
I wrapped up all my calls by 3:30pm, and I had made oatmeal cookie dough during lunch. I wanted to make peanut butter, but we're out of butter. I need a run to the store, I guess. Also, out of flour okay. So. Oatmeal it is.
Doing the cookies was relaxing and took my mind off things, even if I shouldn't be eating cookies.
I have been listening to Doug on end-of-year conference calls with teams where he works. it sounds like so much. When I feel like I don't know what I am doing, I then listen to him and I'm like yeah, wow. No.
We had a nice night of me not working. Eating cookies I made, which are better than any oatmeal peacan cookies ever should be ever.
Jess sent Toffee a gift of 3 kerchiefs from Wilderdog, so I put one on her. What a sweet and loving gift. She's gorgeous in them. Jess picked lovely patterns, and I love all 3. Here's one.
Digits below.
Tuesday digits
exercise: 11/12 hours. Missed 7pm because I was loading the dishwasher. 10min solid walk in the house while dinner was cooking. 6k steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
9am: 178
4pm: 180
10pm: 183
food:
coffee/water
12:30: metformin; turkey & bacon on low carb wrap
6pm: chili w/fritos, cheese sour cream... Metformin+jardiance
7pm: 3 oatmeal cookies
white wine
Monday digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. no walk, 5k steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8am: 163
5pm: 196
11pm: 181
food:
coffee/water/tea
noon-ish: tuna melt, tuna w/celery, pepper jack cheese, sour dough bread. metformin
5:30pm: bowl of mac & cheese w/bacon
6:30pm: metformin+jardiance
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