Yesterday featured far less rain than forecast, but there was a lot of rain for a few hours in the middle of the afternoon. Much of the day was just very grey, and rather  cool at just 18° C° C.
       

  Today should be rather better than yesterday, a lot better !  The forecast doesn't mention it but we have already had a short sunny spell. The latest revision to the forecast still says white cloud until 3pm, but has removed the prediction of a shower at 1pm. From 3pm there should be sunny spells, and just before the sun sets there should be clear skies with full sunshine. The temperature should reach 21° C. The clear skies tonight mean tomorrow is going to start very chilly, but a day of sunny spells should warm it up to 22° C.
 
   Yesterday was a day when little happened, but some of it was quite important, and sort of exciting. It was also a very lazy day, and I only did one thing of significance. Somehow, for a day when so little happened, it seemed to pass by very smoothly - probably far too fast. Time seems to be rushing towards a future that can on only be unwanted - i.e. death.

  As fantastic as it seems, we are now 1/3rd through July, and have not had a steaming hot sunny day. It is all rather depressing, but a few things cheered me up yesterday. One was some messages from my friend Patricia. She said that she is back in London, and should have enough time to meet me for lunch in the Catford Wetherspoons pub. That will probably mean I won't get to go to The Jolly Farmers pub, to see Ayse, my favourite barmaid on the day after her birthday (it was very handy that I decided to give her a birthday card, and a small present, last Wednesday).

  Another good thing yesterday, although I didn't really enjoy it, was to hand wash my most frequently used bath towel. If it didn't need so many rinses, and it hadn't been so grey outside (and working by the bathroom window, with miserable grey light coming through it), I might have enjoyed it, but it just seemed like a chore yesterday. Well I guess it would always be a chore. Maybe a drudge is a more negative way of describing it.

  One final thing I did yesterday that was sort of positive, was having a trawl through Amazon. I found, and ordered a 4 CD box set of songs from the alleged "original broadcast tapes" from the Woodstock festival in 1970. I hope what is on the CDs is what would have been on the 3 or 4 vinyl disk collection I once had. One trouble is that Amazon didn't show a track list, but it was only £17.95, and although I am loath to waste that much, it is not too bad if only a handful of tracks are worth listening to.

  About the only other things to comment on from a rather dull day (both weather and emotion), and they are food and TV. My lunch was a pork pie with potato salad. It was a pork pie that advertised much, but delivered very little apart from stodge. Later in the afternoon I had a snack of sugar free "Maria" biscuits with a squirt of ham flavoured cream cheese on eat. With hindsight it might have been better to use rice crackers, but these things have to be tried. Those Maria biscuits do go well with slices of mature cheddar.

  My dinner was grilled quarter pounder burgers (2 of them) plus gilled tomatoes, and microwave for 2 minutes, BBQ flavour rice. The rice was a slight disappointment, but the grilled tomatoes were nice. Those tomatoes had been in the fridge a long time, and it seemed wise to just use them all up before they started going bad. One of them had just started to go bad, but it was easy to cut out the bad bit.

  I ate my dinner while watching the three Star Treks on last night. I started the grilling during a commercial break, and went down to "cook" the rice, and dish it all up as soon as the end credits of Star Trek: Enterprise started, I did miss a few minutes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Once again, those two episodes, and the episode of Star Trek: Voyager were fairly good. Maybe, in the case of Voyager, Captain Janeway didn't make many appearances.

  I had the usual one hour break from TV before turning back on to watch both QIXL and Have I Got News For You. The latter finished at 11pm, and I went straight to be once it finished - only to have to get back up again with the return of bad indigestion. I am not sure whether some antacid liquid cured it, or whether I was so tired I fell asleep before I was pain free. I guess I may have been asleep by midnight.

  Last night was notable in that I am not sure I got up for a pee until about 5am. I can remember waking up to re-arrange the duvet, but I'm sure I didn't go for a pee. It was almost like the sleep I used to get many years ago - certainly prior to retiring, and probably even before that. There is a fragment of one dream I remember, although it was more to do with vague technical specifications than a plot outline.

  The dream was about building a space station, and I had no idea if I was doing some of the building, or was even in space. I might have been just reading about it for all I can remember. This space station was peculiar because it started off as one single, but long module made from square section metal. Other bits were added to it in the past, but my dream concerned adding another long, square section, tube to it, but with one difference. Prior to this the additions had been haphazard, but the new one was carefully added in such a way as to balance the structure so it could be spun to give artificial gravity. There could have been much more to this before this tiny bit I remembered, and maybe even more afterwards. This bit I could remember seemed to last no more than a single minute.

  I got up at just gone 6am this morning, and felt pretty lousy, and I can't even seem to remember exactly why that was. I think it had some similarities to a hangover, but I didn't have any booze yesterday. I do know my sleep ended early because I was just getting the first pains of cramp from my left leg. Apart from a slight fight with the duvet, I was out of bed, and putting weight on my leg, in seconds, and the pain instantly went away.

  The first thing I did when I got up was to go to the toilet, but I was so intent on having a poo, which didn't happen, that I forgot to have a pee. In consequence my weight was a bit higher than expected when I got on the scales. It might still have been a little high even if I had had a decent pee and poo, and my reason for thinking that was that my blood glucose readings were a bit high, and that suggested I didn't eat carefully enough yesterday.

  The Contour blood glucose meter read 8.3mmol/l, and that is OK-ish, but these days I know I can do better. The GlucoRX meter just confirmed it with a reading of 8.6mmol/l, and that is starting to feel a bit too high. The Sinocare meter seemed to be playing up with two very high readings until I did a third using blood from a fresh pin prick in a different finger. That gave a reading of 8.4mmol/l - a more acceptable reading, and midway between the other two meters.  My blood pressure is better news - still in the optimum area with 109/40.

  I rushed through all my usual morning stuff so I could start writing this nice and early, and fortunately I had little to say so I can finish this early. The reason for all the rush is that as noted further up the page, I am expecting to see Patricia today. I think it is only a flying visit. Since flying in from Argentina she has spent a week with her sister on the south coast, and will soon be flying out to Italy. As yet I am unsure of the timing, but basically we may do little more than have some lunch in the Catford Wetherspoons pub, and that may be it for another year, although it might be possible we'll meet again when she flies south again to miss winter in this hemisphere, and enjoys summer in the southern hemisphere again.