The great unknown today is when and if it will rain. It is currently dry, but could start to rain. The latest revision starts at 10am, and shows heavy rain until midday, and lighter rain until 1pm. It then may stay dry until 8pm. It will then rain for the rest of the night. I would not be surprised if these time change a lot during the day, and there could be less or more rain. The temperature may reach 14° C, but with no supporting sunshine (the latest revision removed the sunny spells for 4pm) it is not going to feel any more than "mild". Tomorrow may not see a single ray of sunshine, and the morning and evening may see light rain. It is going to be colder again with just 11° C as a short lived maximum.
 
   The great achievement yesterday was not going to Tesco, but not eating incorrectly after going to Tesco ! A minor, but not insignificant thing was that at approximately 11am it seemed dry and mild enough to not bother with a coat when walking to and from Tesco.

  I don't seem to have a firm memory of it, but maybe that means that the walk to and from Tesco was neither good nor bad - no spring in my step, but nothing to slow me down.  I was fairly careful about what I bought in Tesco, and nearly everything I bought was an essential,but I did buy two "naughty" things. One was a two slice pack of gala pie (pork with an egg in the middle), and the other was a "Rustlers" smoked rib sandwich (the type that has to be cooked/heated in the microwave for a minute or two).

  I had the gala pie for lunch, and as expected it straddled that fine line between very nice and indifference. I think the problem is that it looks nicer than it is, although it would probably be nicer if slightly warm. I have yet to enjoy, if indeed enjoy is the right word, the Rustlers smoked rib sandwich. It sounds really nice, but I feel sure I have had one before, and the bread tastes awful, and the "smoked rib" is just a bit of artificial smoked flavour gristle....or something like that.

  As I had my lunch, a quite early lunch, not long after midday, the sky lightened up, and soon after some rays of sunshine got through the clouds. I decided that I would have a quick rest to part digest my lunch, and to recover from the walk to and from Tesco, and then I would go out for a walk. I made the fatal mistake of closing my eyes, or maybe it was a very handy mistake. I doubt I was asleep for more than 30 minutes, but when I woke up it had got very dark outside. Any thoughts of a walk evaporated completely.

  I never really did much for the rest of the day, but I did do one thing that involved very little effort. I found out that there were three series/seasons of Star Trek: Picard. I had watched the first season, and although my memory is a bit hazy, after a slightly dodgy start, I enjoyed it. The start was a bit plastic, and it was like the writers spend too much time setting an unneeded background. I guess that is the problem of using movie staff to make a TV series.

  With some careful looking around the murkier end of the internet I managed to track down series 2 and 3 of Picard. I was quite surprised how quickly they downloaded. It was late afternoon, going on early evening when I watched the first two episodes of season 2 of Picard. Once again the first episode seemed very tangled, and almost off putting, but things got more interesting is episode 2. I now have quite a few hours of Star Trek: Picard to watch in the near future. Even further in the future there may be a similar series featuring Q.

  My dinner, which I ate while watching Picard because there was nothing on live TV to attract my attention, was a nice part healthy, and part unhealthy  meal. It was healthy because it contained very little sugar. it was unhealthy because it was stewed lamb with white cabbage.The cabbage was fine, probably good, but the lamb contained a lot of fat. It is not good for you, but on the other hand I have noted in the past how it makes the cabbage nice and slippery. I am not sure how I can describe that as a good thing, but it is.

  Maybe it was because of a couple of recent poor night's sleep that I seemed to sleep very well last night. I was in bed, and after reading for a while, ready for sleep around 9pm, and while I can't be sure, I seem to think I was asleep quite close to 9pm. I am surprised I fell asleep so quickly because my dinner did make me feel a bit full, but worse was that I seemed to be on the point of a bit of reflux after all the fat I consumed.

  I think I fell asleep partly uncovered, and a few hours later I felt a bit too cool, and after a pee I went back to sleep with the duvet fully over me (except my face). I slept like that for the rest of the night. I was a little surprised that I would have felt cool that first time because I had left the heater on low, and every time I went to have a pee (maybe 3 times in the night) I noted that it didn't seem to feel uncomfortable in the bathroom with an open window.

  I can only remember a little bit of one dream, and even that is very patchy. It was set in a big telephone exchange that had a mix of old, battleship grey, equipment, and more modern "light straw" painted equipment. I can remember walking through the place, but not doing any work. It was very near home time, and I had an idea that if I could climb out a window I could shorten my journey home. I opened a first floor window, and I thought I could see a possible way down, but bearing in mind that telephone exchange floors are twice the height of domestic rooms, it did seem rather a long way down. I bottled out, and started off on the long way out, which I think let me out on the wrong side of the building to where the bus stop was.

  It was about 6.45am when I got up. It has been happening every day in my life, but I still can't work what it is that says this time is the time to get up, and not any other time I might have woken up. In theory I would have enjoyed another hour or even two of the seemingly good sleep I had got in the night, but something said it is really time to get up...and I did. It was soon evident that my eating regime, particularly my dinner, turned out well. This morning my blood glucose was right down at just a magnificent 7.3mmol/l.

  With such a low reading I felt justified having two lots of instant noodles this morning. One of them was quite a small portion. I may be further justified in having those two portions because if all goes well I shall be skipping lunch today. At 3pm Chain are doing a special St George's day gig in The Shortlands Tavern. It is obviously not a late night gig, which I can't seem to stay awake for these days. It is easy to get to, but there is a catch.

  The trains from Catford stations to Shortlands are only running once an hour today (probably because engineering work means they have to use Victoria station instead of Blackfriars). To make life even more difficult, I have to choose to arrive far too early, or maybe 15 minutes late. I think it probably best to arrive a bit late. I shall have to keep a very close eye on the time so I don't end up with a very long wait, potentially just under an hour, when I want to go home again - although at a pinch I could get a bus to Bromley, and then the bus from Bromley to Catford. (I could even go that way I guess, but I prefer the speed and predictability of a train).