(This is Wednesday's entry)
Because every single flight to New England in June on a Wednesday night is booked, unless you want to pay for the Business Class seats (which are not any different than the other seats on Southwest) I booked the last flight out tonight.
I didn't want to impose on Doug for tomorrow, when he's working and I'm not, to have him schlep me to the airport. I know he would, I just didn't want to do that imposition.
If my flight is canceled tonight, he'll have to come back and get me. There's no flight to be bumped to until the following day.
I have all day tomorrow to play with. This was my intention. Get up there, late side of things sure, and then have all day for coffee and chill with C on the porch with Porch Life and Dogs. It's been too stinking long.
Honestly I think I haven't been up there since last year's Guster fest in Portland. Is that true? What's wrong with me.
Doug went to his aunt's house today to help with whatever he can/could. Allegedly, they have to be out of their condo tomorrow. They have nowhere to go. They have not thought this out very well. His cousin called him on Sunday and wanted to know if he has a video camera or if his cel phone takes good video. He wouldn't tell Doug why he needed it, super cagey, absolutely on brand.
Doug's cousin is all "I don't know" about where he's going to go, and his aunt said she's not taking him with her anywhere, he's on his own. Exceptionally dysfunctional for so many years and now I guess that's just what you do. You pack up and leave your 55 year old on-the-spectrum son and do whatever.
I asked him before he left, "you are going to be home in time to take me to the airport, aren't you?" He said yes.
I worked pretty hard all day, lots of meetings and little tasks. It started pouring with thunder and lightning at 2pm and again at 6pm. I do have to say I'm so proud of Toffee because none of it bothers her.
I worked through my lunch because I stupidly set up a meeting with a station at noon, and it went forever. So I did a half hour of indoor walking (since it was pouring, oh, and 90 degrees with 90% humidity) and started to pack. I started to actually pack on Sunday night but had laundry and other things that needed to be done, so got it all finished up, zipped up, and out onto the couch. I decided not to check a bag but take my small red LL Bean bag as a carry on,
Doug got home in time to eat dinner and take me to the airport, made it in plenty of time even with all the thunder and lightning. Got two glasses of wine at the bar and headed into the gate.
On time, on time, on time, amazing. Then, bad news. No crew was available to fly us. Our onboarding and departure were put on stand by...
We left after 10:30, a full hour later, when the crew finally arrived. I was so worried they'd time-out and not be able to leave at all.
Part of me wanted to go home. I had all day Thursday to futz with and fly, but ... here we were.
We finally got off the ground, landed at 11:59 pm. Jess was there to get me and we stopped for gas, and went to C's.
Coming onto the porch, I set my bag down and the door into the house was locked (oh no). C's got a house guest here for most of the summer and it seems she forgot that I was coming. Her 3 dogs were barking a lot, and I thought for sure she'd come out to see what was happening but she did not.
That's okay - I was alright sleeping on the porch if need be. It was well after 1am, I peed at the airport, I could make it through the night no problem.
But oh no, what if I have to poop? Hmmm.
I tested my blood, I opened my bag to get a t-shirt and shorts. C came downstairs to let her dogs out and was surprised to see me.
Surprise!
She saved me, we went upstairs, I got the Frenchie and we got in bed. Hurrah.
I did cave and get a cinnabon, because sitting there for almost 2 hours with the gorgeous stench wafting at me. Didn't impact my blood sugar too badly in the end.
On the way to the airport, Mister Sun made a Rainbow.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 1/2 hour indoor walk between meetings, 1.61 miles; 10k+ steps by end of day, with a jump start on Thursday with the steps after midnight.
blood glucose:
9am: 98
5pm: 89
1am: 153
food & meds:
9am: phentermine+jardiance
11:15am: chicken salad w/walnuts & grapes
1:45pm: met+glip
5:30pm: granola bar w/pb and chocolate
6pm: full sugar yogurt w/another granola bar
9:30pm:met+glip; cinnabon
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