Will it thaw or will we die?

On Sunday, I bought the thanksgiving fixin's. I bought a frozen turkey. Doug and I had a disagreement about this. He asked if they had fresh turkeys. 

The discussion went something like this:

Me: Yes, but they were 99 cents a pound. Frozen is 29 cents a pound. 

D: So, to save money, you bought a frozen turkey. 

Me: Yes. Do you think it will thaw in time for Thursday? 

D: Why didn't you just buy a fresh turkey?

Me: Because I thought you'd be mad that I spent so much more for a fresh turkey per pound. 

D: But we'd be eating on Thursday without question or issue, it's a dollar a pound. Twenty bucks. 

Me: I don't understand you. You're the guy who buys something on the internet and to save 32 bucks you buy it from some shady ass outfit that still hasn't shipped the thing to you when you bought it six weeks ago, when if you'd just paid the 32 bucks more on Amazon, you'd have it and we'd have the project done that you wanted to do, but no. You have to save 32 bucks. You get mad at Geoff if he buys the not-store brand version of a thing, or buys organic salad instead of not organic salad because it is a whole dollar more. I was trying to buy the turkey based on what Doug would do. Also. I told you I wanted YOU to go do the Thanksgiving shopping because I always do something wrong and always buy something you don't like. So why didn't you just go buy things, and buy a fresh turkey yourself.

More argument and debate ensued, and I told him I'd go return it and buy a fresh one. But he said no, and he went and got the cooler from the shed. 

The thawing began. 

The rule of thumb, from what I recall, is the turkey needs 24 hours per 5 pounds. It's an 18 pound turkey. By mathematics it will be ready for Thursday. 

Or. Close to it. 

The cooler is in the kitchen, the frozen turkey made the cooler refrigerator-level temperature cool through this morning. We have a thermometer in there, and when I got up this morning it was measuring a little warmer than refrigerator-level cool. So ... in went to frozen bricks from the freezer. I keep these freezer blocks that things have come to my house with, shipped from Goldbelly or elsewhere, so we don't have to use up all our ice cubes. (Thanks, past me). This cooled the cooler back down to a normal temperature. 

She's thawed on the surface. You can poke her, and she gives way. I'm planning on taking her out tomorrow, and if there is anything in the cavity, like the giblets or whatever, I'll take those out to reduce the frozen-ness of the middle. 

We've got this. Right? We've got this. I've thawed a turkey before. 

But of course my brain. 

My brain is all "it's never going to thaw. She will be thawed on Saturday. I should just make reservations at the mexican restaurant thanksgiving buffet right now. 22 bucks a person." 

Doug was right. What's a dollar a pound vs. 29 cents a pound. Why didn't I just buy fresh. Why don't I just go out now and buy another one, and we'll eat this next week. 

Stress. 

Another quiet work day, I had an hour call with a client that turned into 2 hours because I had the time, no other conflicts, and we were getting a lot done. I stripped the guest bed, sheets into the laundry. I finished cleaning off the dining table. Cleaned that too, 

Lately my dishwasher has not been doing a good job. On top of the fact it does not heat dry, everything is just coming out dirty. So I took the bottom apart, removed the strainer and the filter, scrubbed it all cursing and swearing the entire time. Fucking disgusting. And I did this when we moved in, too. 

Recently I reached out to two different appliance repair shops and neither got back to me. Asswipes. I have to get this looked at and see if it can be repaired or if we need a new one. I kind of can't go back to washing dishes all the time. My life isn't cut out for that anymore. 

Doug and I decided we need a new washing machine, so he's ordering one and I think he's planning on installing it himself. Which terrifies me. I want him to order it and get it installed. Please Lord, make him listen to me. 

Jess arrived with their dog and we had a ton of dog play fun with miss Toffee and miss Dijon. Late came fast, and before we knew it bedtime hit us in the face. 

Hoping for some good dog pictures tomorrow. Doug has tomorrow off but I do not, so he and Jess will maybe go do some things together while I work. We'll see. 

In the meantime, digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. quick indoor walk, 10 min/.47 mi. Another inside walk while Doug went for pizza, 15 min/.67 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

7:45am: 97
4:45pm: 94
11:30pm: 107

food & meds:
7:45am: jardiance+phentermine
8am: entenmann's devils' food chocolate donut
1pm: pb & low sugar j on 647 white bread; met+glip
7pm: slice of pizza & 1/2 a meatball sub; red wine+diet ginger ale
8:30pm: met+glip