Today my son is 28. Which blows my mind.
For some reason I'm mentally okay when I think of how old Jess is (32 on the way to 33) but the fact my son is 2 years younger than my favorite co-worker buddy, kind of is a lot to process.
He came upstairs this morning and Doug and I were both quick to wish him a happy birthday. He looked incredibly happy. Which made me happy.
I asked where he wanted to go to dinner. He did not hesitate, and picked a little artisanal pizza joint the next town over, which is stupid expensive but really good. Hell yeah, it's yer birthday buddy, let's go.
He walked to work (which if you ask me is bananapants, it is 25 degrees out and windy) but we picked him up when it was time. He came home and got changed, and it was pizza joint ahoy. We had a lovely dinner.
I wish Geoff had friends. I wish he had a social circle that he reveled in. I'm so happy he's here with us, and he seems happy, but when you're 28 you deserve more.
Maybe in 2025 this. This will happen for him. In the meantime. I love this guy.
Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. no walkies. Edit: Anxiety walk inside for 10 min/ .44 mile walk just before midnight to get some steps in. 7600+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
9:30am: 191
5pm: 243
9:45pm: 201
food:
coffee/water
10:15am: english muffin w/pb and bonnie maman's cherry preserves
11am: metformin
a couple christmas cookies while watering the plants
5pm: slice of left over quiche
6pm: beet salad w/goat cheese, 2 slices of sausage and pepper fancy pizza; 2 beers
7pm: metformin+jardiance
vodka tonic
8:30pm: 2 baby bells
9:45pm: ramekin of mixed nuts
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