230/106

I had the first appointment with my new primary physician. Overshadowing everything was my BP reading, 230/106. I had to show calm, same ol’ same ol’… Lab work. I have to fill out a BP chart and come back in two weeks. All in all, a very short meeting. To say the least, I got their attention.

So, the rest of the day. Trash and recycling. Bag of ice. Spuds with egg and gravy for dinner. Lunch is a question, peanut butter and honey?

I’m glad that I got the appointment behind me. It’s been hanging there for some time. I took my BP here, 135/83, and dropped the doctor a note.

I feel like being lazy, but I need to get the trash and recycling out. Then deal with ice.

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I’m still feeling lazy. I’m almost done with the trash and recycling, but progress is at a dead crawl. I’m just not feeling very spunky. Nothing is demanding a hurry, so I’m responding in kind, taking all the time I can to sit and ponder a slow pace.

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I got the trash and recycling outside, the ice broken up and distributed and a new bag in the top loader. I still need to feed Myka, but she got fresh kibbles and treats, so she’s not hurting. It’s dusk, and I had a nap in the mix. I’m still in a lazy mood. I’ll need to fix spuds, eggs, and gravy for dinner. I didn’t have lunch.

So there isn’t much to do now. And that suits me. I don’t want to do anything. Or at least my body doesn’t. I was considering a store run tonight, but I changed my mind when I saw that the sale I had in my sights continues through next week. Mozzarella is the only other thing on the shopping list, and it’s not being used for a few days. Shopping can wait until the weekend stocking run.

The folding stool is due tomorrow, the gold plates Thursday, the toyo straw fedora Saturday. The silicone cooker seals are in Chicago and TBD. The bread slicer is still idle.