Monday, Monday

Yesterday it rained all day and was dreary. Today the sun is shining and the temps are mild. Of course, tomorrow and Thursday, when I have to drive before the sun is up, it's supposed to rain. I do hate driving in the rain, almost as much as I hate driving when it has snowed. I see less than perfectly at the best of times, and when there is glare accentuated by wet pavement, I'm a danger to myself and others.

Yesterday's blog inspired me to get out the sewing machine and do some pants hemming and some mending. Some of it was handwork, but it still felt good to sit in front of a sewing machine, surrounded by thread, pin cushions, scissors, etc. The best thing is, I now have some pants to wear that I could not previously wear because they were too long. Admittedly, I didn't do a great job on them. Ideally, I should trim off the extra hem before making the new one, but I'm too lazy. Actually, since the ironing board is in the guest bedroom, which is still semi-full of the extra stuff from my office, there is barely room enough to iron, and to do the hemming job properly, I'd need to do some ironing. Savvy readers (were there any!) would suggest that perhaps I ought to get the office stuff cleared out of the guest bedroom, or maybe even put the ironing board in my bedroom, but again, the laziness factor plays a role.

I really must be lazy. I don't even have the energy to do the things I really want to be doing. Either that, or (as I suspect) my blood sugar is way out of control. That's totally possible, since I haven't taken a reading in months! My doctor will fuss. But there seems to be little reason for taking a daily reading, when I'm just on pills. The amount of medication I take and the time I take it is not going to change, whether the reading says my blood sugar is 90 or 190. If I'm not smarter about this, though, I'll wind up on insulin. And I know my weight has been going up. It's all in my saggy baggy belly. That, and my saggy baggy breasts and upper arms. I am a true slob. It would be wonderful if I enjoyed exercise, but I don't. Especially ever since the blood clot. That ruined whatever pleasure I used to have in walking. This morning on the Today Show, a dance exercise was shown. Yumba? Zumba? Something like that. My esteemed spouse growled, "How's that any different from Sweatin' to the Oldies?" That's what I love about that man. He's a true critical thinker.

Our 36th anniversary is next week. I guess I should consider getting him something. Well, I did just get him a really cool lamp for his newly decorated office. (And as soon as he finishes putting things away, maybe the lamp will be visible on the desk.)

Now I've guilted myself into checking my blood sugar, so I'll close and go perform the ritualistic blood sacrifice. Dr. S.