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bill_schubertI shared one last Chuck Norris joke with my step son last night. He and I spent a lot of time throwing them back and forth when we worked together. It was a nice touch point of messaging. His last was that Chuck Norris didn't die but was headed to heaven for a rematch with Bruce Lee. Thunder to follow.
Today is one of those perfect mornings to sit on the porch and drink coffee. Sixty one degrees and other than noisy birds, quiet and still. It's going to be 91 degrees today so, summer. Not ideal but not winter. I'm done with winter now days.
No more interesting in the cold is one of three indicators of my age today. This week I see my an eye doctor to discuss my cataracts. It is just a consult, not the operation. No idea of the lead time of the operation but I'll be happy to have my eyes clear again. Next week is my old man's trip to the urologist. BPH. To be expected. Routine plumbing issue handled with a mild addition to my pharmacology.
On the bright side I've decided that I'm officially weaning off GLP-1. I contacted HIMS and am figuring it out. It's the great experiment for me. Substituting semaglutide with habit and discipline. I will continue to track my food intake. It is minimally intrusive and helps me to chose this over that. Right now I'm able to get a Chili's hamburger and fries and split the order with Dana and feel full. I'd feel nauseous if I were to eat the whole thing. After I'm no longer on semaglutide I won't feel nauseous, I suspect. So I'll have to depend on some other correction. Since I don't drink hardly at all and have long ago stopped with soda and long ago realized how much I really don't like most fast food it may be OK.
This week I was supposed to watch the chicken and cat flock for my friends. I do that periodically when they go out of town. More eggs than we can handle. It is easy to do and they were taking a trip to Itally that they had been planning for a year. First time out of the country for her. First major trip in her life. But her husband discovered hours before they were to go to the airport that his passport had less than 90 days on it. The airline would not have boarded him. So about three hours before they were due to get into the car they had to cancel the whole thing. It was devastating for her. She said 'I'm over it' yesterday when I saw her but I think she won't be over it for a really long time. He is scrambling to book them on a trip to the Grand Canyon as a replacement. It is a bit of life tragedy for them and I really feel the pain.
Time to walk the dogs while it is still cool.
Today is one of those perfect mornings to sit on the porch and drink coffee. Sixty one degrees and other than noisy birds, quiet and still. It's going to be 91 degrees today so, summer. Not ideal but not winter. I'm done with winter now days.
No more interesting in the cold is one of three indicators of my age today. This week I see my an eye doctor to discuss my cataracts. It is just a consult, not the operation. No idea of the lead time of the operation but I'll be happy to have my eyes clear again. Next week is my old man's trip to the urologist. BPH. To be expected. Routine plumbing issue handled with a mild addition to my pharmacology.
On the bright side I've decided that I'm officially weaning off GLP-1. I contacted HIMS and am figuring it out. It's the great experiment for me. Substituting semaglutide with habit and discipline. I will continue to track my food intake. It is minimally intrusive and helps me to chose this over that. Right now I'm able to get a Chili's hamburger and fries and split the order with Dana and feel full. I'd feel nauseous if I were to eat the whole thing. After I'm no longer on semaglutide I won't feel nauseous, I suspect. So I'll have to depend on some other correction. Since I don't drink hardly at all and have long ago stopped with soda and long ago realized how much I really don't like most fast food it may be OK.
This week I was supposed to watch the chicken and cat flock for my friends. I do that periodically when they go out of town. More eggs than we can handle. It is easy to do and they were taking a trip to Itally that they had been planning for a year. First time out of the country for her. First major trip in her life. But her husband discovered hours before they were to go to the airport that his passport had less than 90 days on it. The airline would not have boarded him. So about three hours before they were due to get into the car they had to cancel the whole thing. It was devastating for her. She said 'I'm over it' yesterday when I saw her but I think she won't be over it for a really long time. He is scrambling to book them on a trip to the Grand Canyon as a replacement. It is a bit of life tragedy for them and I really feel the pain.
Time to walk the dogs while it is still cool.