Thinking of Big Things

This morning, the neighbor dogs woke me up around 6am with barking. Toffee woke up too but continued to snooze. I had to pee, but didn't want to get up and go downstairs so I cuddled with her, drifted in and out for another hour. 

Finally, it was futile to stay in bed so up we got. Last night I was working on something for work until 10pm (at least) and I thought our dishwasher was full, that Geoff hadn't unloaded it so I left the dishes for today. I hate leaving the dishes in the sink, but I wasn't about to unload and reload after working so late. 

This morning the dishes welcomed me. 

I fed the dog, I went to the bathroom, I started the coffee, I let her out. Sigh. 

Still thinking that the dishwasher was full, I wasn't about to wait for him to come upstairs so I opened it up reluctantly. 

Well then. 

He had emptied it, not sure when, but good on him. Thank you. I got the dishwasher loaded and running all before my first cup of coffee. 

The dog came back in, and it was clear that it was Cuddle Time and not Chrissie gets on the Treadmill Time. That's okay. I really wanted coffee and the afternoon free of meetings was perfect to get the walk in on the treadmill. Treadmill came after work. 

In other news, The Cousin has been haunting my texts. His birthday is a week from tomorrow and he doesn't want to be alone in the "hell hole" that he is in. Hell hole is his terminology, as well as gulag, concentration camp, among others. 

Doug and I are going to go visit on Saturday. We can't make it on Friday the actual birthday. 

Everything with him is very dramatic and over the top. The nurses are all gestapo, Dr. Mengele tortures him, the hospital is a concentration camp or a Siberian prison. It's a little exhausting to me because while I get it, it is true, his life isn't awesome, it isn't what he thought it would be. It's hard. 

But he isn't one of the 10 million people who died as a result of Hitler's Holocaust of Stalin's Great Terror. 

He is such a student of history, and historical facts are very important to him.  If you say something wrong about the Civil War (ie: Calling it the Civil War is not the right thing, it is the War of Northern Aggression. My response: NO IT ISN'T IT IS THE CIVIL WAR AND I'LL FIGHT YOU ON IT). 

I find this hyperbolic references to these events, well, offensive to be honest. It detracts from the reality of what happened. It lessens and waters down the evil that was borne upon the world just because he is inconvenienced. And it steals from survivors, the few who still walk this earth, and the memories of those lost. 

I told C in an email that I feel like flipping the script on him. Turn the tables and say: "Yeah, you're really in hell! Just like the Union soldiers who were held by the Confederacy at Libby Prison on Belle Isle! Only a handful of Union Officers were supposed to be held there, but then they crammed hundreds and hundreds of captured Union soldiers, prisoners of war, starved them, tortured them, and set dogs upon them to rip them to shreds! Yeah i totally see that." 

I too am a student of history.  

Anyway. Digits below. Oh - my friend Amy posted this picture of us from a visit 15 years ago. She may be coming to visit in March. But I'm noticing how much less face I have now, compared to then. Still, we're cute. 

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours. Missed 8pm because of a TV show. Treadmill: 30 min/2.02 mi. Broke the 15 min/mile pace for the first time! 14.47 min! yay! 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

7am: 139
4:15pm: 103
11:30pm: 153

food & meds:
7am: jardiance+phentermine
9:30am: slice of cheese and cherry danish
noon: chicken salad on 647 bread
12:45pm: met+glip
1:15pm: more chicken salad, just on a plate
6:30pm: giant bowl of Buffalo Chicken Soup a la Geoff
8:45pm: met+glip
no alcohol