Fbg 8.5
But, that's not quite right (in a sense because I took it somewhere between the below activity), as I woke in the night at 2.30 am when Popeye got off my chest where he had been sleeping, because I needed the bathroom. Went back to bed, gave up at 3 am, and went to make a cuppa. Checked on Popeye who had made an igloo (as he does) at night if he has gone to sleep on the couch. But he was very still, cold, and I couldn't rouse him. The only bit of warmth was at his rear end. And I am thinking what is the last part of your body that still retains warmth...
So I got another blanket, turned the heating up a notch (the radiator is next to him), and sat besides him with my hand on his body to see if I could get him warm again. Over an hour later the heat was going up his body, back up to his head which was now warm. So, I put my blanket over him (it is very lightweight) and went for a quick shower. Then the bathroom door pushed open and Popeye is looking at me wondering why I have put his cat tray outside the bathroom door, and his eyes widen in horror with this water pouring all over me. So, I think all is well for today at least.
I had to wrap my finger in plastic before the shower as yesterday I had been cutting tomatoes for my lunch, and I had picked up a brand new sharp knife (my spare) without realising, and I sliced the fingerprint part of my first left finger almost off. Instantly I grabbed kitchen towel, pressed it back together (my first thought was how do I unlock my Android as that is the fingerprint recognition for it?!?). Quite a bit of blood. But mixed up with tomatoes. I didn't want to eat after that. And so I never ate yesterday. Instead I went out to my thatched swing, it was a cold cloudy day, but I wanted cold fresh air. And I promptly fell asleep! I woke up to a cold cup of tea in my hand, which was tilting the tea out to the ground, and within a metre of me was Mrs Blackbird on a branch staring me in the face. I have no idea what she was thinking, but her eyes were not regarding me as an enemy, almost like looking at me with concern. So, I sat still, and Mrs Blackbird watched me. Then I got up, and she flew away.
So, this morning I didn't feel too good, I am assuming it was because I didn't eat yesterday. I don't normally eat in the early hours, but I went and cooked a couple of eggs. And Popeye came back to bed with me and we got another couple of hours of sleep in.
I took my blood glucose again. It had gone up to 10.1. I give up.
The ravens are on my cherry trees again. They are making a heck of a racket. All the different pairs, and flocks of birds are visiting. I don't normally have my cochlear speech processor in this early, but I put it on because of Popeye. They have just flown off. And a pair of Magpies have taken their place, and one of the Magpies is making a racket, I can see his beak going, and his aggressive body language in the direction the ravens have flown (which looked like back to the ancient woods).
My painting was done while I was sitting with Popeye earlier. My injured finger kept getting in the way, because I was trying to wedge the iPad, and one hand on Popeye, and using my fingers on the other hand to paint with (I can't hold a digital pen well with my arthritis, so fingers are easy to use to do a digital painting).
I was looking at some photos again, and the last time I saw and held my English grandchildren was on Crosby beach where the hundred statues are, one sunset. But my fingers were a bit clumsy painting this, and kept slipping. I was doing the statue in a puddle of water, as many, of them are. And my finger slipped and it began to look a little like the Casper David Friedrich painting with the man in a frock coat on a rocky outcrop ...
I gave up, so here it is.
Time for a cuppa and a meditation...