Saturday. Lights out before ten to awaken at five minutes to six and get up to check the weather to find it was raining. Not hard, but hard enough to drive rather than walk to breakfast, arriving at five minutes to seven, the restaurant dark and the dining room area door open. So good, enter, turn on the lights and settle down with the papers.
The single pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing up by a quarter to nine, the sun now shining. The drive home to post yesterday's entry, the sun now poking through gaps in the clouds.
There's a demonstration being held at one nearby at the lake to protest our actions in Venezuela and so I'll walk over and take photographs, although they're saying rain is on the way later.
And do that glucose test you promised yesterday.
Later. Started raining pretty hard just before noon and so didn't set out for the lake until one-thirty when the sun had returned. No one at the white column pergola so I suspect they'd canceled it ahead of time knowing it was going to rain, the web site that had announced it no longer showing it on their list of events.
I'd set out thinking I might get an ice cream bar and coffee at the small café by the fitness center if there were no signs of the protest, but all their tables were full and so back to the apartment to watch the Pro Am golf tournament. Well, on and off watch the tournament, it was a mixed celebrity and pro affair being played in the middle of a rain storm that made it at least for me less interesting.
Evening. How long has it been since I've complained about any of the ocular symptoms? I was realizing this afternoon it seems to have been some time now, although my sense of how long anything in the past had happened is shot, either through aging or the way each day is too much like another. Anyway, have we been feeling better? Less tired? More energy? No more ocular migraines in a long while? The vision behaving?
I did unpack and set up the glucose meter and read the instructions, taking them with me to bed and reading them again before turning out the lights after nine. No, never actually took a measurement, but we're now ready.
I'd bought the first meter two years ago now (or was it three?) when I'd passed out due to a low sugar count at a family party on Bainbridge Island, out like a light, and only coming around when they'd pumped some sugar in intravenously in the ambulance. Had never experienced anything like before or since.
Whatever, but you've still managed to flake out and put sticking your finger for another day.
Ah, but now I'm that much closer.