Another day of patchy freezing fog, patchy sunshine – and close to sunset a try at alpenglow.

These are the same photo – the first is a crop of the middle section of the second to show the color and the mountain.

When we get freezing fog, but not a complete inversion – and at this time of year with the sun at its lowest angle – the light and color is extraordinary.

It is recovery day here at the little house in the woods.

Bob has been doing wonderfully on the insulin regime for his diabetes! Input and output returned to normal and his usual partly obnoxious self returned :)!

Yesterday, he was scheduled for a “glucose curve” check. The idea is to monitor his blood glucose level shortly after an insulin shot and then through the day. A specific type of curve as well as levels is desired to ensure that the correct dose has been established.

Karl and I accompanied Bob in the Jeep to Whitefish with an 8:00 a.m. scheduled arrival time. We departed at 7:15….

How do mothers do this every, single day??? How do they get themselves dressed for work, a child or children dressed, everyone fed and out the door to school or day care???? They have my admiration!

So…35 mile drive in the dark and freezing fog to Whitefish. Not my favorite thing, but as we approached Kalispell – the halfway mark – the fog lifted and it was clear…well clearish. Blue sky overhead, the still nearly full, but waning moon on its descent, the Whitefish range lit in a ghostly way by the rising sun. It was a look I’d never seen and made the push out the door worthwhile…for me…

Bob rides out of his carrier, in the back of the Jeep, typically on Karl’s tail. I can’t blame him. Karl’s fluffy tail is no doubt warm and comforting. And by this time, Bob probably has an idea of our destination. Jeep rides are not usually for Bob’s enjoyment.

Fast forward to the retrieval… Karl and I arrived back at the clinic at 5:30 p.m. – dark and foggy again! – to pick up Mr. Bob. Bob’s day was not a good one. He didn’t like his accomodations, didn’t like being poked for blood, peed on the tech – AND his glucose level was off the charts – probably due to stress so the eval was useless. Based on my report of all at home, it was decided to leave the dosage as is and I will attempt to do the curve from home with a glucometer…heh…

The tech (yep, the one he peed on) could not get close to him to get him in his carrier for check out and called me to the back. Bob hissed at me, but I spoke to him, wrapped him in a towell and took him to a quiet exam room where he entered his carrier willingly and once in the car and loosed, proceeded to move to his spot on Karl’s tail for the trip home.

We all passed a restful night but yesterday took its toll.

Today, for all of us, recovery day.