Fat Bloke on a Bike

I am all of this. The pain and the beauty.  Our hopes and fears.  Dreams and nightmares. Irresistible forces and immovable objects.  Whatever will be will be. We and the universe are one….

I can't sleep.   As best as I try, tiredness will not envelop me this morning (Christmas day) and take me back to a restful place before the busy day ahead. I have been awake for the last 2 hours - since 03.30 - spending the time sat at the dining table with my thoughts this Christmas morning.  I also check my blood sugar.  I know I was a bad bad, boy yesterday.  It says 11.blob or summat like that.  I just remember the 11.  A number I've not seen since May when I then put myself on a low carbohydrate diet.  Damn.  Too much WOOF'ing!  Bad dog! Bad dog!  I finish what I needed to do and I'm again in bed staring at the ceiling after trying, for a short while wrapped in the warm duvet, to get a bit more shut eye as today is going to be a busy day.   Right.  Get up.  If you can't sleep at least do something about that bad blood sugar level and go for a walk.  So I do.  It's not quite 6am.   I am struck as I leav...