Wet Dry Vac Adventures!

(Saturday and Sunday)

Saturday
My friend H has a wonderful house and two guest rooms and two cats and a lot of kindness and hospitality. I stayed there Friday night. We had a lot of chat time, girl time, fun. A great yap. We didn't get a selfie or anything, it was just purely organic hangout time. I did take a picture of her cat David Wallace (yes, he's named after a character on The Office). 

Saturday morning, she ordered doordash breakfast from a bagel shop near her house that I really like (Asiago Cheese bagel, big chef kiss). Her company offers some extra double-time pay when workload gets to be too much, so she woke up at about 6am and started working. I came out around 9, and we sat on the couch, chatted while she worked. I would have brought my laptop and worked too if I knew she was going to take advantage of the extra pay! I have things I could be doing. 

Around 1pm she had a date to go over a friend's house and babysit her 1 year old so the friend could go get a haircut and grocery shop. I hit the road. Traffic going home was much better than getting there. And I am reminded that even though we are "close" to Baltimore, it's still a heck of a trip. 

While I was at her place, my fitbit battery died. I don't know if it has anything to do with the update of the app by Google (they ruined a perfectly good app) but I notice my fitbit vibrates more frequently, unexpectedly, unwantedly. And I had 20% battery when I left the house Friday and it was dead by 11am Saturday. And, of course, I did not have a charger. So I had to live without it, without checking if I did my steps, without seeing how many more steps to 10k. 

Kind of a freeing experience. Recently I told myself maybe I need to stop focusing on getting the steps and beating the 10k and whatever but I rely on it when I run to know how far I go. So I'm not quite at the point of giving it up. 

But I did take a complete break from it, as you'll see in the digits below.

While the fitbit was charging, I took a big nap. I used to be the queen of naps, but in the past couple years daytime sleep eludes me. Not yesterday. Not sure why I was so tired... but it felt good to do a snooze. 

Geoff made a really good dinner, and we thought it would be great with orzo or couscous so he noted that for future opportunities. Sometimes he finds a recipe randomly online and it just really works. 

Sunday
I slept in. The drone of the AC and the lack of a dog hogging up my side of the bed was nice. Doug had gone downstairs sometime after 3am, and she followed him. I woke up organically without an alarm, sometime between 9 and 9:30, and just relaxed until I had to get up to use the bathroom. 

Around 10:30 I went out to water the garden, front and back. It's wild - I went away a couple days and it is like things went into high gear out there.  I sat outside drinking coffee, aware of how hot it was but also not letting it bother me that much. Doug came out to join me, and we chatted about everything. 

Right after we ate lunch Geoff came upstairs and said "we have a leaking pipe in the basement." The room where I keep threatening to set up my office, right where the spigot for the garden hose comes into has a pipe that decided to start leaking. 

Ohhhhh no. That's where All My Treasures are. I have posters, Guster memorabilia, all the photo albums (they're in plastic bins), my future desk, my future office chair, boxes of books. Crap. 

We headed downstairs and Doug turned the valve off that feeds the spigot. Easy stop to the problem. None of my stuff was wet, one box with some books in it had started to absorb water but I emptied it out and chucked the box into recycling. We have a stairway runner carpet remnant that I put flat on the floor when we moved in to help it stop being rolled up and funky, and that was soaked. 

I told Doug that I'd go upstairs and get all the crummy towels. Thank goodness we keep all our crummy towels! 

He said not to. 

"I'll go to Lowes and grab a wet/dry vac as an investment in the estate of our home. And the thing for the inside of the toilet so it'll stop running." 

He did, and I moved anything out of the way of being in danger of getting wet. 

When he got back, I tackled the basement and he fixed the toilet. Within 90 minutes, nothing but victory. 

The wet/dry vac is small. He could have gotten the next size up but he opted for this one. Four trips upstairs to dump out the water, and I think it is a 5 gallon container... Good grief. That's a lot of water when you think about it, but it could be worse.

Thank goodness for Geoff hearing the hissing sound and wondering what it was. When I think that we could have just still been sitting here tonight watching hockey and that would still be happening... 

Water is such a jerk. 

Digits below this picture of my new best friend. May I not need to pull him out for service anytime soon. I will post garden pictures tomorrow!

Saturday digits

exercise: 5/12 hours*. No walk, no effort, big rest day!  2k steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:30am: 194
xpm: n/a
10pm: 110

food & meds:

9:30am: jardiance + phentermine
10:30am: beautiful asiago bagel w/cream cheese; giant iced coffee
11:30am: met+glip
3:15pm: Oikos zero yogurt w/granola bar crushed in
6:30pm: some sort or chicken and peppers in a nice sauce (A Geoff creation); met+glip
8pm: 4 Aldis "monster" cookies

Sunday digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill 25 min/1.77 mi; 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:30am: 145
4:30pm: 103
11pm: 77

food & meds:

9:30am: jardiance + phentermine
12:30pm: 2 slices of multigrain bread w/pb and zero sugar j; met+glip
6:30pm: spinach & cheese ravioli in Alfredo sauce
7:30pm: met+glip
9pm: mixed nuts; vodka tonic