Oh my gosh, you guys, it was gorgeous out there today.
Up early again today and Doug slept until almost 10. I heard the news about the Iran situation and opted not to turn on the TV.
I poked around the kitchen, ate two donuts, played phone games, cuddled the dog. When Doug came down, he put on the TV and I walked away. I went upstairs and cleaned a bit, stripped the bed and got some more stuff organized.
Then, I went outside because watching the news and listening to "that guy" talk about stuff was not going to make me happy. And it was beautiful. I got the dog shit rake and shovel out, got a bucket and lined it with a trash bag and I started picking up. Toffee came outside with me, and she was romping and playing and having a good old time.
90% of the dog crap was picked up and I gathered up a bunch of sticks. I thought about the phrase "Stick Season," and how this isn't the same as what it means in Vermont (or, Noah Kahan's album title) this is a different kind of stick season. I like this stick season, getting ready for a little camp fire action in the yard. And boy, is our season plentiful!
There were more toys in the yard, hair clips and matchbox cars. Honestly every time I go out there, I find more and more toys. One would think I would have found them all by now.
I looked over at Toffee and she had something in her mouth and was throwing it up in the air, letting it drop, grabbing it and running. Having the time of her life.
I realized it was a bird. A very dead bird. Good Lord, gross. No.
And people wonder why I don't let the dog lick me in the face, any dog. Nope.
I tried to get her to drop it but she did not want to give it up. Doug had come outside to see what I was up to (I guess he also tired of the repetitiveness of the news and wanted to check out the weather).
"Your dog has a dead bird in her mouth and she won't drop it," I let him know. He tricked her into coming into the house for a bully stick, without the bird, so I was able to clean it up. Into the bucket with the poop.
We sat on the patio for quite a while, Doug looked like he wanted to take a nap and I told him it was okay if we didn't go do something. He asked if I knew tomorrow's weather (what do I look like, Harvey Leonard?) I said I heard it was going to be cooler, much cooler, like high of 40. Today was a high of 73. He said we should seize the day.
Geoff went to the market, and we went to the C&O canal in Williamsport. We only walked about 2.5 miles total, coulda gone longer, but both of us were feeling like we wanted to get home. Geoff made dinner, I worked on some work stuff, Doug took that nap.
Even if it is cooler tomorrow, I think it is not supposed to be windy. Maybe we will get a second good day of walking in.
He's going to start our taxes tomorrow, which is always fun because he has to reset the password, and gets yelly at the software.
Maybe I'll take the dog somewhere solo.
Digits below some pictures. I did take a pic of the dead bird but will not post it here, lest you be super duper grossed out!
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. C&O canal walk with Doug and Toffee, 56 min/2.53 miles at a nice pace. 12k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
7:30am: 102
4:30pm: 147
10:30pm: 174
food & meds:
7:30am: jardiance+phentermine; 2 Krumpe's Donuts
1pm: small bowl of tuna fish w/ the last of the salad greens and some cherry tomatoes; met+glip
5pm: small bowl of cashews
6pm: spicy "dirty" rice with ground beef, shredded cheddar, sour cream.
9:15pm: met+glip
no wine/beer
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