The BBC seem to have almost correctly forecast the start of this morning, although even they said sunny spells, but this current spell of sunshine seems to be a lot more than a sunny spell. The met Office say the first sunny spell would happen at 8am, and they would finish at 10am, but the latest revision shows a pause after 11am, and then one more sunny spells at 1pm. If many of the recent days tells us anything, it is that if we are lucky there may be more sunny spells than forecast. The temperature may still only reach 8° C by 2pm in the latest revision. The forecast for tomorrow has changed almost by the hour for the last few days. Once it was going to feature lots of sunny spells, and temperature as high as 12° C, but the latest version says it will be dull, with rain likely in the afternoon, and just 11° C, and that only briefly. Oh well, it is less cold than today.

    Yesterday was a sort of variable day. It had it's ups and downs, but it seemed to pass by smoothly with no very boring times - maybe a few lightly boring minutes though. The highlight of the day...well, sort of, was doing some laundry. I admit it was not terribly exciting.

  Doing my laundry by hand can be sort of pleasant, but a lot depends on silly things like suddenly wanting to check, or look up something in the middle of it. It is a sort of mindless activity that is prone to being sidetracked now and then. Yesterday's laundry was actually exciting, but only in the lowest registers of exciting. It was my first time to try out some extra long cuff/sleeve rubber gloves. They had one useful, but very rarely used or needed feature of being long enough to reach the very bottom on the big buckets I used to do my laundry, and still with a few inches to spare before getting a glove full of hot soapy water.

  Yesterday morning's blood glucose readings were not so bad that I felt the need to fast, but I did hope I might improve on them if I was careful about what I ate. I must have hit on a magic formula because I did end up doing almost no snacking, apart from a single handful of salted peanuts. I took a chance on a sandwich for lunch. It was a home made, rather chunky sandwich made from the rye sourdough bread I had bought from Tesco. As I think I mentioned yesterday it came as a sort of double blob which made any form of sensible slicing impossible.

  Actually, if I had the right tools, maybe a chain saw, or one of those bread slicing machine some shops have, it could have been cleanly sliced widthways. That is what I attempted yesterday lunchtime. I still ended up with two door stops with lettuce, cheese and mayonnaise falling out the side. Apart from being messy to eat, it was very tasty, and it seemed filling enough that I didn't feel hungry again until slightly later than my usual dinner time.

  I filled in a few gaps in the day continuing what I had started the day before - ripping DVDs on the iMac 8 on the dining room table. Making a backup of any data is always a wise thing to do, but I do wonder if there is any real point to all the DVD rips I am currently doing. At least one DVD is one I have never watched (as far as I can remember), and I still feel no urge to watch it.*

  *There are DVDs in my collection that were bought purely to reach the 5 for £5 in some secondhand shops, and have never been watched, and nor do I have much enthusiasm to watch - although they were selected to be possibly watchable.

  The night before yesterday featured a bit period of insomnia. I still got up modestly early, and yesterday I claimed that I didn't seem to feel the loss of sleep. By midday that wasn't so. I was quietly reading on my bed. My eyes were dropping, and eventually I found I must have had at least an hour's snooze. The sandwich I had for lunch, described above, was actually closer to 2pm than lunchtime.

  I can't think of anything in particular that I did during the afternoon. I must had done something, but it was just a bot of this, and a bit of that. Evidently it was enough distraction that I had my dinner nearer to 7pm than the currently usual time of about 6pm. It was a very simple dinner of mixed babyleaf salad leaves with wild rocket, and a packet of ready cooked, BBQ taste infused, chicken slices. A generous amount of mayonnaise made it quite tasty.

  Although I was (hopefully) recording the two back to back episodes of Secrets Of The London Underground that were shown last night, I stayed up to watch both as they were shown. The last one finished at 10pm, and I went straight to bed, and read for about half an hour. I am sure I was asleep before 11pm, and I was soon dreaming - dreams influenced by the book I am currently reading.

  That book is called "Waldo", and is a sort of cross between fantasy and science fiction written by Robert Heinlein. Most of his books deal with hard science, but this book is a sort of playful book that makes magic seem more like a science. It all hinges on the idea of other dimensions, and other worlds maybe only separated from our own by a change of one dimension. In the book they are able to extract power from "the other world".

  In my dream it was possible to broadcast via the other world in such a way as to make tracing the broadcast impossible. Untraceable transmissions was the dream of pirate radio days, and in my dream it was possible. The dream(s) featured music and people from my past, and the fun of doing radio programmes while drunk (they often seemed to be the best I did).

  I think the first time I woke up was at 1am, and it was because I was cold, although I also had a pee while I was awake. There was a short period of insomnia as I tried to get warm after turning the heater up full. last night was another very cold night, although not quite cold enough for a frost this morning. Eventually I found the correct amount of limbs to cover with the duvet, and the correct amount to leave uncovered for comfortable sleep.

  It must have been very comfortable because the next time I woke was at 5am - 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep must be a record these days. I seemed to have plenty of dreams in that 4 hours, and many seemed to be part of a series featuring similar people and places. One place seemed to morph a lot. At one time it seemed to be almost like a cemetery theme park for Goths. It had steel grave stones, and the place was bordered on all four sides by 3 or 4 story building which all seemed to feature brown net curtains hanging in each window.

  Somehow that morphed into a bar, and then something like a nightclub, or maybe a gig venue, but there was no music. In that latter incarnation a most marvellous thing happened. I bumped into Angela. She was on her own, and extremely happy to see me. She gave me a very tight hug, and the kiss she gave me on my cheek seemed to be so strong thgat it seemed like she might pull my skin off.

  I wrapped my arms about her, and squeezed her as tight as she was squeezing me. We remained like that, standing up in a room where most seemed to be sitting down, and chatted for some time. We both agreed it was wonderful to see each other. I never knew, and never really asked why she was out on her own that night, but I did say that tonight she could be the Angela she used to be, and enjoyed being. I don't think it was said tacitly, but we seemed to understand that would would be spending the evening together, but sadly probably not the night because she had to change back to the Angela expected by her husband. Sadly not the fun loving Angela I loved so dearly.

  The lack of needing to pee in the night, and also the lack of any great thirst in the night, plus also the feeling during the day of not being hungry, and yet not having eaten too much, gave me great hope for my blood glucose readings this morning. Sadly they were worse than yesterday. The Contour meter read 8.8mmol/l. The GlucoeRX, usually "my friend" with the lower readings, read 8.3mol/l - which was actually OK. The Sino Care meter gave a horrendous reading of 9.6mmol/l. That was so bad that I rechecked it, and it still said the same.

  I reckon today I should be attempting a light fast, but I can't see it happening. Although it is still sunny now, it is not forecast to last more than another hour or two, and after that it will be very dull, and it will be cold like yesterday. it seems it will take until 2pm before the temperature peaks at just 8° C. At least tonight may not get so cold because by sunset the sky may be covered in very thick and dark clouds.

  The re-iteration of the weather forecast say basically that I don't expect to go out and do anything today. I might possibly attempt to wash a duvet cover today. They can be a bit of handful to wash by hand, and it is hard work wringing them out enough to dry indoors, but I have done it in the past, and I can probably do it again today. Apart from that I will just have to find lots of little jobs to amuse me during the day. At least tomorrow I won't have the excuse of waiting for a parcel delivery as an excuse not to go to the pub for my usual Wednesday lunchtime drink. It may mean going out in the rain, but I think I can survive that, and if I put on my thick, hooded, winter coat it might even be enjoyable in a masochistic sort of way.
 







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