‘Plogging’, the Swedish craze of picking up litter while out jogging is easier on the stretch out along the lagoon as there are frequently placed rubbish bins to deposit the trash and the street lights help on the darker mornings. I don’t collect the messy stuff!
Eye tests for new glasses to adjust for the diabetic changes to my prescription. An almost 20% reduction, which may also account for the ongoing headaches. Although, my trampolining blood sugars wreck their own havoc with my eye sight. At least the eye tests didn’t show any diabetic related diseases.
Easter. An explosion of chocolate bunnies, and various types of chocolate eggs, wherever I look. The one I was given I passed in to a street kid. Delicious looking hot-cross buns also not an option. However, a diabetic hot-cross bun experiment? A quick count of the carbs in the ingredients of the recipe I found has each bun at about 5 grams.
Not a great success. Heavy, dead things that even butter and the glazed orange peel crosses I did couldn’t rescue.
Sunrise run with Prince to Seattle. He wouldn’t deviate down the red brick road, but did manage the chase around the staircases at The Quays.