Single Digit Hours for Departure

This morning I made brekkie sammitches for the fam, with Jess assisting on toaster and sausage microwave action. We had music playing, the only thing missing was mimosas. But Jess needed to go home today anyway so mimosas wouldn't work for them before going. 

It is a running gag with us that we always try to leave during the single digit hours, meaning 9am is the latest to go unless.... you want to get to 1pm. It was after 10 when Jess started loading up the car, and we said that's close enough. Good job.

We did a side quest to the dog park so Dijon could get some energy out before eleven thousand hours en route in car, and Toffee could have a little more time with her best buddy. 

I believe Jess hit the road around 12:30, which is before the next single digit hours start. So this is good.

Toffee was very very sad when we got back to the house and she was alone. 

Jess texted me around 9:30pm saying they were on the Mass Pike, sick of the trip, Dijon was "over it," and I can just imagine how unhappy she was. 

As much as I miss them already, I'm glad they went today. Starting around 3am we're expecting sleet and freezing rain, and up into Pennsylvania ... snow. So yeah. Mom does not like the babies on the road if that's the case. Tomorrow could be extra shitty for holiday travelers.

Trying to figure out when we'll see each other again. 

Doug took a nap and I took a walk. There was no wind, and it was cold but... tolerable. I went on a big loop and almost took another block but was getting bored. I ran for some of it, and my usual mile in 20 minutes was 1.25 in 21 min. 

I impressed myself. 

I hope tomorrow isn't too bad weather wise, but maybe I'll actually go to the gym instead. For a change. Maybe?

After I got home, I took a well needed shower, and chatted with Linda. While we were talking, I realized we didn't take a single picture while Jess was here and I was a little sad. But I also remembered that there were times in life for years and years where zero pictures were ever taken. We'll live and get some pictures another time. 

I did get this picture of Toffee while I was chatting with Linz, where she cuddled up next to me like a croissant, and moaning and sighing because Dijon was gone. Sad Toffee was sad. 

I feel you bean. I feel you. Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 21 minute walk/jog, 1.23 mi. 11k+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 148
4:45pm: 72
10:45pm: 125

food & meds:
8am: jardiance+phentermine
10:30am: brekkie sammitch. english muffin w/ egg and 2 sausage patties, 2 slices of American cheese
1pm: met+glip
5pm: slice of pumpkin pie. ramekin of mixed nuts
6pm: bowl of mac&cheese w/bacon
7pm: dinner roll with turkey, mayo, cranberry sauce
8:30pm: met+glip