Apart from doing some hand laundry, included a medium sized bath towel (very heavy when saturated with water), I ended up having a quite lazy day after my brief morning spurt of activity. I spent a lot of time just reading, and trying to ignore the creeping greyness that was seeping through the windows. The only slight change in routine was to have a Sunday dinner, but grilled cod on salad is hardly a blow out Sunday as was the case when I was a child.

  I guess having that dinner may have been enough to make me think I didn't need an evening meal, although it could have been the case that I was put off eating much more when I checked my blood glucose level at about 6pm (just before I would usually have dinner). It was really high, and that was worrying because I was not sure I could identify a reason for it. The only unknown was some peanuts coated with a chilli flavour "stuff". That "stuff" could probably be called batter, but it wasn't quite like batter. It is possible it contained a lot of sugar, and on reflection I think it did have a sweet taste.

  I did have a small meal before I went to bed. It was simply rice crackers with cheese. It should have been mostly innocent. Perhaps an hour later I went to bed. Initially it was just to read, but I turned out the light, and I think I was fast asleep before 9pm. It was really annoying to wake at 11.30pm and realise I had only been asleep for maybe 2.5 hours. It felt like I was waking up in the morning. Fortunately it didn't take long to get back to sleep.

  I had one dream, or series of dreamlets on the same theme, and I while I can't remember fine details, some bits seemed to have stuck in my memory. I don't remember where I was, or who it was, but I was offered a lift in a helicopter. It was no ordinary helicopter because the rotors were quite small, and underneath the cabin rather than the more conventional on top. It was strangely quiet too, and often it seemed to be just floating.

  Like in real life, the helicopter couldn't be flown over much of London except along the river Thames. To get there we seemed to drive along the road, but occasionally hopping over anything that might slow us down. The weirdest, and scariest thing, was when the pilot said the quickest way out of London was to follow a fast train. We flew into a station, and followed one of the railway lines through the station, and several maintenance sheds until we came out into the open. The scary part was that we were often extremely close to the 25,000 volt overhead power line, and on one occasion it did arc over onto the helicopter - but without causing any damage.

  This morning I woke with a start at about 6am. I don't know why. It just seemed I came awake instantly with a strong urge to jump out of bed. Maybe it was something happening in a forgotten dream. One of the first things I did after having a wee was to weigh myself. I was most happy to see I appeared to have dropped another 100gm. It may not sound like much, but to do that every day soon adds up. It was confirmation that I seem to have got through one of those periods when my weight was stuck, and wouldn't seem to change no matter what I did.

  My other measurements were all good except for my blood glucose. It had dropped a lot since the insanely high reading I had taken at dinner time, yesterday, but it was still too high (8.3mmol/l). It seems at odds with my weight loss unless I consider the idea that I am now transitioning from type II diabetes to type I. It is not a good idea at this time. At a better time, with no pandemic in progress, it would be a huge bore to go through all the testing and rigmarole that would come with having to use insulin injections. On the other hand I am told that once you have gone through the initial pandemonium, and got the hang of it, life becomes easy because you just adjust the insulin dose to cover whatever you eat. Things like a million flavours of ice cream, and liqueurs would be back on the menu.

  Today starts with a definite plan. I shall rush to the shower any minute now, and once I am clean and dressed I shall go to Aldi to get my usual Monday morning shopping. Once again I will be biassed towards long life stuff. Later this morning I will probably go for a walk. I don't think it will be an extra long walk today, but I'll be happy if I just do a couple of miles. After that I can relax, and if I can't relax there is plenty to do in the garden - plenty that needs to be done !