Fasting leads to just plain fast (but not speeding)

Okay, I went 15 hours without food for my fasting blood tests; not a problem, but I was feeling a little low by about 10:30 this morning, just after getting out of the appointment. So, when I saw a Pepsi can in my trunk, I figured a little sugar and caffeine would perk me up.

Well, yessirree Bob, just a few swallows and then I felt more chipper. Part way home I realized the bit of sugar and caffeine was a “stimulant” after having had only water for 15 hours. I didn’t want to stop at a gas station and then I wished I had stopped at a gas station, but I did get home okay, in case you were wondering. I was wondering there for awhile.

Not the best topic in the world, but when you get to a certain age, I’ve found I don’t care. After enough years, you’re on an intimate relationship with the realities of life.

Twenty-four hours and roads are down to pavement

Not a great post title, but goes to the core of the power of adding a little heat as a catalyst. We got up to 41 yesterday and I think the high is supposed to be 38 today. It was dark driving this morning because, unlike yesterday, the road and landscape were not combined in one long expanse of reflective white.

It feels a little odd – the warmth and the clear roadways. Of course, all those lawns with deep snow and the piles at the side of the road are still there and anyplace not shoveled or salted is a rutted walk of slick terror. And, it is still February – only the middle of it really.

I would be bored myself reading this, but I am fascinated by the difference in the atmosphere some crucial degrees of Fahrenheit can make.

Now to prepare for the lesson in reverse.