We've had some sunny spells this morning, but it seems they are now over. The rest of the day until early evening, when sunny spells may return, is going to be dull, but dry. Once again the temperature should reach 24° C, but under a dull sky it will probably feel rather humid. Apart for a few hours around midday, tomorrow should be nice and bright with mostly sunny spells, but full sunshine may start towards the end of the afternoon. The temperature could peak at 27° C.
 
   I didn't really do much yesterday, but I felt like I had been busy only doing two significant things. I was still feeling something like mild fatigue, although I have an idea it was partly, or maybe all in the head later in the afternoon. Curiously enough, one thing I did, which I do at least 6 days out of every week, having a shower, seemed to leave me feeling very fatigued.

  That feeling of fatigue lingered when, once dressed, I went out to get some shopping from Iceland. I couldn't quite describe it as hard work, but walking to Iceland did feel like a very, very gentle uphill walk. It was the same walking home, which logic says should have been downhill if it was uphill going there. In fact it is an almost level walk, and the fatigue was just something like stiff legs....or maybe I imagined it.  At least I could not blame it in high blood glucose.

  I got most of what I wanted from Iceland except for 2 litre bottles of Diet Coke. While they had plenty of other soft drinks, mostly high sugar drinks, in 2 litre bottles, they only had 1.25 litre bottles of Diet Coke. That was a bit annoying. I did buy several allegedly healthy ready meals, and ice creams, plus a few packets of Zero Sugar biscuits. I thought a bit of fruit might be good for me, and bought a pack of apples and a pack of "easy peeler" small oranges.

  It all added up to a fair bit of weight, and then I tried to walk home as fast as possible. I almost did manage some fast-ish bits of walk, but I couldn't keep it up all the time, and I arrived home feeling a bit winded, and with aching legs. I think I could only feel the start of any angina pains, and at least that was a good thing even if everything else was a bad thing.

  I think it was gone 1pm when I got home, and as soon as I put my shopping away I had some lunch. It was not specially healthy at all. I ate two mini cheese and spring onion quiches. Like the mature cheddar quiches I have mentioned as being better than Tesco's best offerings, these cheese and spring onion quiches were fairly tasty when eaten cold. I suspect that they may be better eaten cold than if heated up. I also ate two, from a packet of four, "Pepperami buns". They don't seem healthy at all, but they are tasty. I later ate the other two a few hours later.

  I had a little lie down after lunch, but I couldn't spend too much time being lazy because I had quite a big load of laundry soaking, and waiting for rinsing, conditioning, and hanging up to dry. I have to admit that when I first got started I felt pretty bad, and I have visions of doing it all in small stages, and just feeling worse and worse. The odd thing is that if anything I felt very slightly better after a few minutes, and from then on I felt about the same. I did the rest of that laundering in one session, and then hung it all in the warm sunshine to dry.

As I was hanging all my washing up to dry, a corruption of the Star Trek Klingon phrase "Today is a good day to die" kept going through my mind - "Today is a good day to dry". It was indeed a good day to dry clothes. There was a light breeze, and continuous sunshine. All my clothes were bone dry, and feeling nice and warm barely two hours after hanging them on the line. I could almost have been tempted to wash a few more things, but I didn't want to over do the good fortune etc.

  The first Star Trek was almost over when I brought my washing in, and that Star Trek featured at least one Klingon. During a commercial break I tried to see if there was a Klingon translation for today is a good day to dry, but all I fond was the same Klingon words for today is a good day to die. That was all rather pointless, but I did come across the cartoon on the left, and so I know I was not the first to think of it.

  While watching Star Trek I considered that I had not really done much yesterday except eat badly. Of course I had showered, been out shopping, and done some laundry, but somehow eating badly still seemed most significant. I decided I had to do a bit better for dinner, and went to a sort of extreme. In the grand scheme of things it was probably not that low calorie, and probably had a fair sugar content, but at least it had a lot of fibre and stuff, and it was curiously filling.

  Dinner was two small "easy peeler" oranges, two apples, and a small chunk of cheese. It had it's moments, but overall I didn't really enjoy eating it. The oranges were OK, although not exactly sweet. The apples were somewhere between sweet and almost sour. The best bit was the small chunk of Red Leicester cheese. After this I had a small palmful of salted peanuts.
  One brief diversion during a hated, but sometimes useful, commercial break during an episode of Star Trek was to go and take a picture in the bathroom.  The picture above is of a plume moth sitting on a curl of peeling paint. I have very occasionally seen them before, but this particular one was sitting where it was easy to photograph. They are quite small, no wider than the width of my thumb, and at rest they curl up their wings to present this T shape.

  I watched all four offered episodes of Star Trek. The last one was Star Trek: Voyager, and it was one of the better episodes - Captain Janeway was off, visiting an alien ship, for most of the episode. It was even funny in parts, but it still left no good memories after it had finished, and I started heading towards bed.  I couldn't swear to it, but I think I was asleep by 9pm, or very soon after, thanks to no heartburn, or other aches and pains.

  It seemed I slept quite solidly, but it was a bit like the night before where in practice I seemed to have got little "good" sleep. One curiosity of the night is that there were at least two occasions when I woke up, and didn't feel any reason to go for a pee - and so I didn't even try to. One time when I did go for a pee was at about 1am. I had woken up from ma dream that left one single memory.

  It was like a single frame from a movie, and it was of an apparatus that seemed to have the outline of a small tombstone, but was more complex than that. After my pee I went back to bed, and I think I fell asleep almost straight away, but maybe I stayed awake. It seemed like I was dreaming about how I was going to describe the previous dream. I was trying to remember if it had a function, and I am sure it did, but the only clue I could drag from my memory was that it seemed to have a filler cap on top, and had  something to do with liquid.

  Some of what seemed like a dream was trying to also do things like remember it's colour, and any other visual details I could use to make a better description. I didn't really manage to get any coherent explanations I could describe, and then I noticed that my eyes had opened, and about half an hour had passed. Some of it seemed like a dream, particularly suddenly opening my eyes and seeing the clock, but it also seemed like I had not fallen asleep at all. One thing that is definite was that around half an hour after having quite a big pee, I had to go and have a medium sized pee.

  I know I had other dreams before I got up, but none seem to have left any memories worth trying to describe. One thing I am fairly sure about is that the next time I had to go for a pee was about 5.30am, and it was a fair sized pee. It was just a little bit too early to get up, and so I turned over, and closed my eyes after getting back from my pee. To my great surprise, it was nearly 7am before I woke up again. It seems I needed a lot of sleep last night - as if I had a big sleep deficit, but last night, and the night before, I seemed to get a fair bit of sleep.

  I did feel modestly OK when I got up. Seeing my weight after coming back from the toilet (no poo yet) was a bit disappointing. My weight is still about a whole kilogram higher than it was a week ago. At least it is still on a very, very slow downward trend, but it has some way to go to catch up with the smallest weights I recorded a week or two ago.

  I wondered what my blood glucose level was doing after my fruity dinner last night. It was both bad and not bad. The contour meter read a very bad 9.2mmol/l, and I checked it twice with the same result. I did the double check because the GlucoRX meter read 8.3mmol/l, and that is almost good. The Sinocare meter read exactly on my old target of 8.5mmol/l, and that is good enough. I think all readings might be wrong because I was having a bit of trouble squeezing a good bead of blood out of the finger I was using this morning. It is like the tip is a bit callused, and I should set the needle to go in a bit deeper, but I got my three readings, and 2 were OK, and I choose them as my "official" reading.

  My blood pressure remains good - while at rest, I tried taking a reading after rushing up stairs to go to the toilet, and it was a very high reading. This morning I was at rest, and my first and only reading was 100/47. That is well inside the optimum area. The only very slight odd thing was my pulse rate was a bit higher than usual. It was 57 bpm, although looking at previous readings only shows that as equal to many past readings, and perhaps 56 bpm is my average in the morning.

  Today may not be very bright, or even bright at all for half the day, but it should still be warm and dry with a gentle breaze. That should dry some more clothes quite quickly, and so one task for today is to do some more laundry. I had been thinking I might possibly dare to go out sometime today, but until the postman come, possibly as late as 1pm, I can't even stop for a shower because I am expecting 2 or 3 CDs to be delivered today. Depending how they are packaged they may just about fit through the letter box. They are coming as individual CDs and that might help if the packaging is not too thick, but I'd rather be here to accept them in my hand.  To further confound things, one might be coming parcel post.

  There is one fair chance, and one quite unlikely chance I may go out and stretch my legs today. The fair chance is a shopping trip to Tesco. It is not terribly important for a few days yet, but I would like to get some 2 litre bottles of Diet Coke that I couldn't get in Iceland yesterday, plus I still want to get a new cheap kettle to replace my current kettle that has a small leak. The unlikely chance that I may go out would be to a gig. It starts at 9pm, which instantly puts me off, and is in a pub that can get stupidly crowded. The only good this is that it is just a 20 minute ride away on a bus to Greenwich.