Ho Hum

Today was so mundane. There isn’t anything to talk about. Well, aside from the cats who were walking around the house pretending to be on death’s door when I got home from the store. They weren’t especially thrilled with my choice of food for them, but they ate it. Hunger is indeed a good sauce. Now they are resting peacefully on the bed, content at last with full little bellies.

The only actual event of any note today was that my blood sugar level dropped dramatically while I was shopping, caused by my own stupidity for not eating lunch before I went. I didn’t expect my errands to take as long as they did. That’s no excuse for not eating something before leaving the house. I know better. I need to figure out what small food thing I can carry with me or keep in the truck at all times to counteract the dropping level as quickly as possible. By the time I got home, I was barely able to carrying in the groceries. It usually doesn’t get that bad that fast, but I haven’t been sleeping well either, so being tired too made it feel so much worse. Really what I need to do is eat before leaving the house. Like I said, I know better. Everything always takes longer than expected, and skipping meals is just asking for trouble.

Not much planned for tonight. I’m going to microwave some White Castles and make some fries for dinner. Then we’ll watch Stargate Atlantis. After that, I think I might just go straight to bed. We have to get up early in the morning to go to the market and feed store, and provided the weather is as nice as it was today, I’d like to get out of the house and go do something fun. Or … maybe I’ll just lay around the house like a lazy slug and sleep the day away. That actually sounds nice.

Yup, just another bland day. Ho hum.

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One Response to “Ho Hum”

  1. on 01 Mar 2008 at 12:56 am John

    Get a pound bag of whatever dollar store hard candy you can tolerate and keep it in the truck. It never goes bad and is in your blood in minutes. In fact, back in the fifties the U.S. gov’t provided 5 lb. plated steel drums with which to stock the back yard bomb shelter. They were labeled “Supplement, Carbohydrate, Survival” or some such military jargon.