If It's Friday, This Must Be . . . Burien. . .

Entry 1

The best boy.
Early Friday mornings wth Willow are pleasant. It's a bright and cool pre-sunrise, reminding me of showing up early in the morning at the fair. I loved going to county fairs when I was growing up. I would go to "The Puyallup" several times a year well into my 20s. The charm, I guess wore off after that. I fell in love with the fair again with the arrival of kids. Whatever illusion of charm I was convinced as a child was exuded as the bucolic charms of the fair, I understood was subsumed by the Jack Daniel's mirrors, the deep fried twinkies, the Ginsu knives and blaring pop music. Still, even now, days like this fill me with nostalgia. There is a smell to early summer mornings that also take me back to working at camp. Alone, I would leave whatever cabin I was in charge of and wander over to the mess hall to get the terrible camp coffee. At times one or two of the people who ran the camp would be out, but usually I would be alone, walking between cabins in a space that would be jammed with campers and counselors in just an hour or so. At the base of the cascades, the camp was nestled, standing in a sea of Douglas Fir and Western Red Cedar.


This morning is cardiac rehab. I need to leave in about 20 minutes. My glucose level is still wonky. I haven't had enough coffee, and the morning air, while good for transporting me back to pleasant memories of elephant ears and good friends, it has me a bit too relaxed for working out.

Entry 2

I hit almost 2 miles this morning on the treadmill. Some bastard in his 40s was running, so I didn't feel so sprightly as I have. Still, I do feel good at my fast progress. I have worked out four out of the last five days.

I had two thin slices of 21 grain toast with peanut butter (140 calories),

July 2014, Priest Lake, Idaho.
and a 16 oz cup of coffee with less than a splash of cream, and my blood levels are insane. I knew one piece of toast would be fine. I am surprised that after exercise--more than four hours after food intake, that my blood levels would be at 177. My weight, however, is now 174.6, so there is that. Can I really be dropping this fast? This seems almost like a dream. Now, to get my sugars on track.

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