Yesterday I went to the GotPoetry Live reading at Reflections Café. I had a good time, but afterwards I gave in and went out with a bunch of poets for a drink and a burger. It was awesome, we had a good time — or at least I had a good time, and now I feel like I know a few poets a little better than I did.The drive home afterward was murder – not because I was drunk because I wasn’t, and not because it was unfamiliar because it wasn’t that either. It was just almost 2 o’clock in the morning when I got home. I’ve not been out that late in a long time. I’ve been up that late recently, but being in the comfort of your own home as opposed to shuttling around the countryside are two different things.
This morning I went in for my physical. My pulse is 64, down two from this time last year. My blood pressure is 122/70, which I’m told is excellent. I have no major or minor ailments currently, aside from a weight which is between 40 and 50 pounds over what my doctor thinks is a reasonable weight, and 110 pounds over what the BMI believes is a suitable weight. Yes, that’s right folks! The BMI thinks I should weigh 170 or less for my height. My weight, for the nosy, is 282 — down from 297 earlier this year, and (I hope) soon to be significantly less.
Oh, and I’ve lost an inch. I think they measured me in shoes last year or something, but this year I’m 73” high, instead of 74 1/2”. This was a little surprising. On the other hand I’m not tremendously worried, and my doctor doesn’t think I should be. I may have slouched a little on the scale, as well.
Right now I’m waiting for mom. In theory, she’s arriving sometime in the next half-hour, and she’s going to help with a variety of organizational things around my house, including helping me do something sensible about my library. Currently I have too many books and not enough shelves, and it’s time to do some significant thinning. Here’s hoping she can help me make sense of that part of the house.