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  I don't think yesterday was as wet as forecast. I think it was dry until almost 2pm, possibly a bit earlier, but eventually it did rain. I don't recall any heavy rain, and I think most o it was very light rain.The afternoon temperature reached 11° C, and under a dull, and wet sky, it felt quite chilly. The day ended at about 8° C.   It was, and still is nice and sunny this morning, and maybe the first hour with no sunshine will be midday. From 1pm there may be some light rain, but possibly still with the odd ray of sunshine making it through the clouds. The rain may stop after 3pm, and the last 3 hours of daylight will see the return of the sun - even full sunshine as the sun starts to set - so not that useful. The afternoon may only be 10° C again, but clear skies in the evening will allow the temperature to drop down to 5° C by midnight. By 6am tomorrow it will be just 3° C, and maybe we might see some frost. Tomorrow morning may see sunny spells until clouds gather by 11am. Later in the afternoon it will be very dull, and rain will fall.

   I am going to try and keep things short this morning. Only a few important things happened yesterday, and the rest of the day was a bit dull - it featured some snoozing and reading, and little else.

  Yesterday's weather, even if there was less rain than forecast, dampened my enthusiasm to go out, or do anything else. Some might say I wasted most of yesterday by reading, snoozing, and in the evening, watching TV. I might even agree with that, although at the time I could think of nothing else I wanted to do, or if I did think of anything, I couldn't raise the enthusiasm. I guess that is a symptom of depression, and yet I can't recall feeling depressed, and I probably felt smug that I could do very little and it didn't have much in the way of consequences (except for things like not getting the hoover out to hoover up all the crumbs and dropped food from Jodie's end of the dining room table where she usually has something to eat before we start drinking.

  Another consequence is probably that I can't remember in what order I did two important things yesterday. One important thing, and I suspect it did it first, was to finish the quite small amount of laundry I had left in soak the previous day. I must admit I was surprised how little there was to do. I thought I had put a lot more in to soak, but it was ony about 5 or 6 items - the worst of which was a pair of lounge pants.

  The second important thing was to pay off my two credit cards. It was curious that one which I thought usually had the smaller amount on it was actually the lowest, and the other seemed unusually high. The total of the two was about right, and I checked all the transactions to make sure there was nothing strange going on.

  As 6pm approached it was time to prepare dinner, except no preparation was needed. It was the second half of the sausage and mash I had prepared the day before. Once again it was not as wonderful as expected. I suspect, although it is a bit of a wile theory, that the potatoes I was using were a type that are a bit bland, or are blander than some varieties. I still have a lot of potatoes left, and the next test will be to see if grilling the mash until the top is crispy will improve the experience.

  My evening was the usual TV watching - some of it good, and some of it bad. For instance I didn't care for one of the guests on QI, and turned the TV off and went to bed. I read in bed for maybe 15 to 20 minutes, and then turned the light out. I was soon asleep. I know I got up to pee a few times in the night, but maybe less than usual, and I think I fell asleep almost instantly when I got back into bed.

  I did have one dream that seemed too short to fully enjoy, and some of it was questions rather than answers, and some of the questions and answers may not have actually happened when I was asleep. I think it was an attempt at an erotic dream, but maybe I tried to hard, and just ended up trying to write the plot, rather than experiencing it. The dream itself started off with truths and quickly turned into fantasy.

  The start of the dream was about waking up with a hand gone to sleep where a nerve has been pinched or something. There is one very obvious thing about this condition that is probably rarely thought about, and that is while you can't feel the hand, the rest of the body can feel that hand if brushed against skin, or gripping something (although gripping something is not easy when you can't feel the hand).

  The next bit of dream was something I was trying to force to happen, but it never did. It was to try and dream that it wasn't my hand reaching down to my nether regions (!), but a nurses hand reaching under the covers of my hospital bed. It would have been very exciting if I had managed the illusion, but sadly it failed, and I ended up just sleeping more with no dream going on.

  This morning I think I lost a bit of weight since yesterday morning, but the trouble was I didn't make a record of yesterday's weight. I think I remember what it was, but it seemed a lot higher than I was happy with. I hoped that another pee or two, and maybe having a large poo, might meant I would have got a lower reading if I weighed myself again. It seems I didn't do that. My weight was still higher than is good, but I think, or maybe it is just hope, that I lost a couple of hundred grammes.

  I did record my blood glucose yesterday, and this morning it is s little lower than yesterday. This morning I got readings of 7.7, 7.9, and 6.6mmol/l. The 6.6 was particularly good. The average of all three was 7.4mmol/l. Yesterday the average was 7.87mmol/l. So not a huge drop, but every little bit is good. It is also lower than the day before yesterday, but a tiny bit higher than the day before that.

  My blood pressure, as just measured, is 106/47. That is possibly marginally low, but no doctor has ever suggested similar figures were too low, plus it is very easy to raise it - just the threat of a colonoscopy sends it soaring through the roof. I can't say I feel wonderful this morning, but I think I feel modestly OK, and I think I may feel better than yesterday.

  There are two things I might do today, an the first is more probably. It is to go shopping in Tesco where, amongst other things, I want to buy a cabbage (possibly a Savoy cabbage if they are in season) so I can experiment with making bubble and squeak without using a frying pan. I reckon it should work OK to get a nice crispy top, and bottom, if I do it in the mini oven/grill.

  The other thing I would like to do, but probably won't, is to go to a gig tonight. The Retro Rock Icons are playing in The Swan in West Wickham tonight. If I recall correctly they make a very pleasant noise. I can't say they are very photogenic, but I'd like to get some snaps of them. The only trouble is that it has been so long since I last went out, and that was a special occasion last October, that I have forgotten how to go out in the evening instead of going to bed. Maybe I will, and maybe I won't. That usually means "won't" but miracles sometime happen.
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