As my sister and I say, "Oh my Lord-a-rama."
I went to bed last night, exhausted but unable to fall asleep. I fell asleep and woke up over and over, pretty much every hour. Restless legs, heartburn, pain in my hip.
I went to the guest room and put on a podcast at 4am. Geoff came upstairs at 5:15 and was getting his breakfast ready, brewing coffee. I'd fall back asleep and he'd come back upstairs. He used our bathroom, he turned the hallway light on to get a Q-tip.
Awake, again.
Pancakes. Oh he's making pancakes. They smell very nice. Silence, back to sleep. Oh he's back upstairs.
I'm up now, I guess. 7am was a good time to get up.
Doug and Toffee slept later, and Geoff left at 8:15 to walk to work. I tried to fall back asleep on the couch but that wasn't happening. I thought about going for a walk, since it is supposed to turn violently stormy this afternoon. Toffee woke up and I fed her and let her out and it is already 90 and humid so the walk idea got vetoed.
Everyone around here in the DC area has been all crazy excited about summer being over because the temperature dropped into the 70s! The meteorologists are all pumpkin spice and sweaters. One of my neighbors was walking her dog while wearing a parka and mittens. It was 77 degrees.
And everyone online was all "yay! it's cold and wonderful," and I said shut up - you'll jinx us. This is false fall and you know it.
And here we are. Sweating balls and not wanting to be outside again.
Doug got started before me today. We did our requisite coffee and phone shenanigans, and he was raring to go. I had gone through my drawers yesterday and had a big back of donate items, all pants that are size 20-22 that don't fit and God willing I'll never need again. I have a stack of pants that are 16 or 18, I want to try them on and see if the 18s are too big.
When we moved from Massachusetts, Doug had thrown A LOT of things into giant plastic bags and they sat at the bottom of his closet. When we moved from house 1 to here, the bags came with. Now.
Now...
I've asked him previously, "so you think maybe you can sort through these bags and like,,,, purge some things? You're not missing them, obviously, if you have not worn things in those bags since at least 2017." He would say "yeah yeah yeah" and the bags sat.
Well.
Bags are being purged and gone through. He put the speaker on and played Foreigner and then Steve Miller Band. It was funny to be out here in the living room and hear hi singing along.
Doug mentioned to me that he had a fanciful idea of keeping socks that had holes in them for dusting. So he had a bag of holey socks. They are gone. He said he doesn't want to be like his aunt, thinking that he could use these things. I said all I need is one or two holey socks for dusting (and I have them ... currently in the bedroom) I don't need a whole full bag of them.
I'm proud of him.
Our bedroom looks like something exploded in it. And this is a good thing. Tomorrow it will look better.
He found shoes that are too small, that are very nice. They were his dad's and his mother made him take them because they wear the same size, only these never fit him. So they've been in a box. Now they're going to the car with my size 20 pants to live a new life and help someone else out.
I sat for 15 minutes and scribbled on a piece of paper to test a ton of pens that have been sitting in a cup for eternity.
Half of them are dead and are now gone. The rest are in a box, and 2 pens are sitting out on the table by where I sit in case we need pens.
And Geoff has pens. Pens are available.
I ran the dishwasher this morning from last night's baking spree and Geoff's morning breakfast mess. And I pulled a bunch of things down from up top the cabinets where we keep roasting pans and all the muffin tins and the wok. It's all going through the dishwasher soon.
We got some hellacious thunder storms, and Geoff texted saying he needed a ride home from work. I needed milk for coffee. We are out of good sized boxes, liquor boxes. Those are perfect. Several books, and I can lift them. Doug had taken a nap and I had not, so it was fair that he took the opportunity to go get Geoff from work, and the milk, and some wine, and some pasta salad to go with dinner. And I showered. And did steps in the house.
We started watching KPop Demon Hunters on Netflix. It is a movie, and I thought it was a series, so we stopped at a good point and will pick up the journey tomorrow. I think Doug is enjoying it, but he feels like the plot is going too slowly, there's a little too much singing, and not enough hunting of demons. Fair.
It's still fun.
Another day tomorrow, where boxes are procured. I'm hoping for more than 3 hours of sleep tonight. Fingers crossed and ... Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Indoor walk, 20 min/1.21 mi. Pokemon walk (and Toffee needed a little something once it cooled down and stopped raining). 10 min/.43 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
7am: 142
4:15pm: 94
10:30pm: 134
food & meds:
7am: jardiance+phentermine
10am: 2 blueberry oatmeal muffins
1pm: met+glip
3pm: atkins protein bar
5pm: some cashews
6:30pm: burnt ends BBQ (from Aldi) which had more sauce than meat. Would have been really good with mashed potatoes! Pasta Salad. White wine & ice cubes
9pm: met+glip
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