Most of yesterday was quite dull, but there were some sunny spells in the last hours before sunset, and maybe the sun managed to poke through a little hole in the clouds at some unremembered time earlier in the day. It stayed dry, and the temperature rose to a cool feeling 18° C. 
       

  Today seems like it will be very similar to yesterday except that instead of some sunny spells at the end of the day, there could be light rain instead. (The Met Office forecast says no rain, but sunny spells instead). This morning has started rather chilly feeling, but the temperature might peak at 19° C for just a single hour. Tomorrow could see the return of a lot of sunny spells, and the temperature may reach a slightly warm 21° C
 
   Yesterday was a good day in as much as I achieved my main objective, and I did manage to have a few nice snoozes to make up for some of my lost sleep the night before. Other than that, it could be describes as a bit of a boring day. I did do one practical thing, and one less important, but useful thing.

  The main practical thing was hand washing a small hand towel. I did it just in time after taking it out of service because it was just starting to get a slight hint of staleness. The good, or weird, or something else about it was that I was trying out some newly bought Surf detergent. It's scent is described as "Passion Bloom" on the bottle, and indeed it raise some sort of nostalgic passion. It's smell reminded me of Angela !

  The other small, but useful thing I did was to wash all the beer glasses from Thursday, and also several other things that were waiting to be washed in the sink. It was not quite as satisfying as washing the towel, On the other hand it was a far easier job. Most of the time before, after, and between these things, I spent laying on my bed reading, and having a snooze. I wasn't keeping a scoreboard, but I think I got about 3 fair length snoozes.

  What was probably my prime objective yesterday was to try and eat less, more healthily, or both. I didn't manage to be as ruthless as my imagination planned, but I didn't do that bad, and the results were satisfactory. In fact they were satisfactory in another way too. My breakfast was just a single, and medium small bowl of instant noodles. I didn't have a lunch as such, but I did have a handful of peanuts, and two small bags of crisps near the middle of the day.

  My original expectation was to have a Tesco "Chicken Caesar Salad kit" for my dinner, but at the last minute I realised that a pack of two small Scotch Eggs in the fridge were just past their use by date. I ate those with a pile of coleslaw that was also approaching it's best before date. The coleslaw could have been a dangerous option because I was burping the taste of it for hours.

   Fortunately the taste faded before I went to bed. Maybe that was helped by having a dessert after the Scotch Eggs, I had two small apples and a chunk of cheese to help settle the coleslaw, and maybe the Scotch Eggs too. I had my dinner a bit earlier than usual, at about 5.30pm I watched the usual three Star Treks, and all three seemed to be poor episodes. When they finished at 8pm I turned off the TV for the night, and by 8.30pm I was in bed.

  I read in bed for maybe 15 minutes, and with some late sunshine still peeping around the edges of the curtains, I tried for sleep. I am not 100% certain, but I think I was asleep slightly before 9pm. I didn't seem to feel any discomfort from acid indigestion, angina, or even just pain from my old scar tissue and ribs. However, I did wake up an hour or two later and I was just starting to feel the start of an ache from my chest before I fell asleep again.

  One thing about last night was that I seemed to be getting up to pee rather a lot - probably at least every two hours through the whole night. That suggested my blood glucose level was very high, but I think it might have had another reason, although I am not sure what exactly.  Despite all that, it did seem like I had a very good sleep last night, and I even had an unexpected lie in !

  I remember fragments of two dreams from last night. Neither fragment is enough to construct a full story of either dream. One dream was about sitting at a table in a pub with three other people. Sitting next to me was a woman who I seemed friendly with, but didn't seem to know. There was another man, and there was Angela. The man went to the bar, and never seemed to come back. The woman I was sitting next to also seemed to be not there at about the same time. Then Angela said she was going to the bar, and never seemed to come back. Must be the story of my life.

  The other dream was about trains. Although it didn't really look like it, it was supposedly set on London Bridge station, and I guess it was a sort of parody of the worst of rush hour. The train in the dream was an old slam door train. I was boarding it with my friend Kevin who, for some unexplained reason, was pushing an old pram. The carriage was already pretty full when trying to get the pram on, and there were people still trying to crowd in as we pulled out of the station. Some ran down, and beyond the edge of the platform, and we had to help pull those on board. In a state of utter confusion the dream ended.

  It was barely 5am when I woke up thinking it was probably time to get up. I reasoned that despite short breaks for peeing, I had slept plenty of hour, and in theory I could get up, but then I had an attack of common sense, and decided to go back to sleep again. It was almost 7am when I actually got up. It was a bit contrary to common sense, but when I got up I felt more tired than I had almost 2 hours earlier, but I got up anyway.

  Once I had gone for a pee (but nothing happened in the poo department) I weighed myself. I was very happy to see I had lost almost 2kg overnight. That was, in the ordinary way, totally impossible. I think it was the result of doing three substantial poos yesterday, and the amount of peeing I had done overnight. For reasons unknown, it seemed that I had been suffering from water retention, and during the night I emptied myself out.

  Had I pissed enough  to leave myself dehydrated I would usually end up with high blood glucose readings - just like after going for a long sweaty walk. That was not the case this morning. I scored there (light green) cherries ! The Contour meter read a smidgen below my current target. It was 7.4mmol/l. Bother the GlucoRX and Sinocare meters agreed on a reading of 7.8mmol/l.

  It seems that this morning at least, I am back on target, and if it was bright, warm and sunny, for the next few weeks I could be trying to reach my new imaginary target of 6.5mmol/l. I can't see that happening, but I can still try when I can. This morning even my blood pressure is better than many morning, although it is very dependent on exactly when I check it. This morning it was 104/49 - very firmly in the "Optimum" area, and that was on my first attempt. It seemed good enough, and I didn't even bother to try and get it even lower using some of the tricks I have learned about relaxing and breathing.

  If I could do today what I did yesterday I could hope for more good, or maybe even better health readings, but I wouldn't mind sacrificing some of that to do something more interesting. Today seems to be almost bright, and bright enough for some outdoor photography, although with no sunshine any photo would lack "sparkle". It might be possible to go out using buses and trains (generally just trains) to cover most of the distance without having to do much walking. On the other hand, with no real objective beyond just going out, it is hard to raise the enthusiasm to do so. I am so out of practice because of this angina problem that I fear I am becoming almost, but not exactly agoraphobic. Oh well, I'll see how I feel after I have had a shower a bit later this morning (as see how the weather is doing).