We were all three of us in the kitchen today, well four if you count miss Toffee. It is nice to have a kitchen big enough that I'm not freaking out because someone is crowding me opening the fridge while I'm trying to make eggs, or getting coffee while I'm trying to open the oven.
"Your pants are on inside out," Doug says to me.
Oh.
He grabbed the tag and tugged it a couple times. "You've got a little tail."
I always bring my yoga pants downstairs with me when I wake up in the middle of the night and retreat to the guest room. I must have taken them off funny, resulting in them being inside out, and then I never noticed it when I put them on.
"Where would I be without you?" I asked. "What if I'd left the house to do something or go somewhere, and I was like that. It would be so embarrassing. Thank you for saving me from myself."
Doug is doing our taxes. He set up in the dining room with the JBL speaker and all the paperwork. He cranked some music, and I busied myself upstairs (lest I looked like all I was going to do today was play phone games).
One of my goals has been get things out of the mud room and put away where they belong. I have a toy box that my parents bought me when I was small and wee. The summer between my freshman & sophomore years in college, I refinished it (with my dad's help. He sanded it, I stained it). I have usually kept blankets or big bulky sweaters in there, but right now I had the need for somewhere to put all the sweatshirts. I own a lot of sweatshirts.
Blankets are now in this GIANT woven basket that Doug brought back to his parents from his mission trip to Haiti in high school. His mom divested herself of it, and he came home here with it. He put it in our bedroom closet, I filled it with blankets.
So if. you're visiting and need a blankie, you know where they live.
I also had a lot of laundry to fold, and process, and ponder. One of the things I wanted to do lately was get things ready to donate. I'm very good at divesting myself (love that term as you can see I've used it twice so far) of clothing I'm no longer interested in, never wear. In my mind, I hear an old friend following me around the house when we were packing to move once saying "oh! Did you miss that? Have you needed it in five years? No. Goodbye." (gone). So that got done.
I have two large boxes that ended up in our bedroom, that needed to be sorted through. What stays up here, what do I want in my office (once i set up my office) what is for storage. Oh, here are stamps and envelopes. Wonderful. Oh! an extension cord. Yes. Hooray. So that got started and I found the puzzle that was on the puzzle table in the livingroom that I disassembled when we moved. She has a new home.
We bought ourselves a really nice Turkish lamp when we were in New Orleans a few years ago, and the bulb burned out. It is kind of a "special" looking bulb and I've put off trying to figure out what it is.
Enter: Google Lens.
I took a picture of it with my phone and found out exactly what it was. Found a link to Amazon, ordered a two-pak since it was less expensive to buy two than to buy one (go figure). It will arrive Tuesday.
The day was getting away from me, and I realized I needed to hit the treadmill. I didn't want a run-run but I wanted to dedicate a full half hour to this effort. Spotify gave me a daylist called "flannel baggy jeans Sunday Afternoon," which actually had some good fast-ish songs so I doubletimed some of the walking, ended up with a little over a 15 minute mile on both miles (2 total). Not bad.
Doug was napping after doing the taxes (and we owe a lot more than I thought we would so I'm slowing down on paying off the credit card (so close) and I'm not shifting my retirement plan back to 13% where it was before we started saving for the house. Doug told me to do it before New Years, I need to call the retirement company to do it personally, no online changes for this (which is obnoxious). Thankfully I've delayed, and to be honest, I'm super okay with that.
I jumped in the shower and after I got out, dressed, etc he told me his cousin called and wanted to come by.
I mean.
No? Like no? I am not in the mood. Initially I was kind of mad, but honestly, he has no one else. And for some reason he likes to hang out here. And I put away my shitty attitude, poured a glass of wine, and ate dinner.
So I warmed up some of ours for him. We had some random ass beers because Geoff buys these mixes from places and there's always a Mango something or a Coconut Chocolate thing in the sampler, and no one likes those. Oh, or lite beers. Mix packs lately are coming with lite beers.
He accepted one we had that wasn't too fruity or sour or high in ABV. I loaded the dishwasher, and thought about baking cookies but then just felt like nah. I didn't want to go through the effort. So I sat to watch TV with them.
Doug pulled up an anime he had watched a long time ago and kind of stopped watching. I went upstairs to set up the puzzle table that I'd been jonesing to do for a super long time. Sorting the pieces, I think the small square table isn't going to be big enough for this one, so maybe we need the big rectangle one I was planning for my desk (the puzzle table from the last house). I'll give it a shot.
Realizing that if anyone is going to evening puzzle work, we're going to need a lamp over in that area, and my little light bulb refilled Turkish lamp will be just the thing.
Not a bad day but also, not exactly what I'd envisioned for end of day. I've had worse, ya know?
Before and after pictures of the corner by my bedside are below. As are the digits.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill, 30 min/2.03 mi. 12k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 150
4:30pm: 140
10:15pm: 117
food & meds:
8:30am: jardiance+phentermine
protein shake mixed in my coffee
12:15pm: 2 eggs, scrambled w/goat cheese and bacon
the rest of Geoff's mac & cheese w/bacon (i'm weak)
1pm: met & glip
5:30pm: cheesesteak filling with some onion rings (mushrooms, red pepper, onion in the mix)
9pm: met+glip
red wine
