4:30 AM. Up at what seems like an ungodly hour, usual for this sort of event. What's making it harder than normal is the congestion dripping from my nasal passages into my throat that kept me tossing and turning through the all-too-short sleep period that happens when your Other Half first gets home from his work shift at midnight. On top of that, I seem to have strained my left arm so that my thumb and pinky are half numb as is a stretch along the upper arm just above the elbow. My right hand is going numb as I type -- can I trust the "99" that my Freestyle Lite just read out? Considering that for some odd reason, the scale is reading four pounds more than it did just before I turned in for the night (and I've neither eaten or drunk a thing during that interval), my skepticism does not seem unfounded. (READ MORE)






