No, not an unpublished picture book from Eric Carle's darker days. This very hungry vampire is full-bellied and satisfied after "pigging out" on Charlie's blood all night; his fingertips unknowingly served buffet style while he slept.

The mood was ripe for basal testing. It wasn't a site-change day. There wasn't a cold brewing. He didn't have pizza or any other type of slow-digesting fatty foods. He didn't have an excessive amount of physical activity during the day. He wasn't ovulating (that's certainly good news). He wasn't on steroids (yet). Baseball doesn't start until Spring. He didn't have a meltdown just prior to bedtime because he thought his sister was being "sartastic" when she said his victory over the whomping willow tree in the Harry Potter Chamber of Secrets video game was "fascinating." Yes, the mood was ripe.

Charlie's nightlight cast a warm glow on his framed robot fighter comic books hanging on the walls. The smell of basal testing was in the air. I popped open the canister of test strips like a fine bottle of cabernet.

After three weeks of trying, would I finally accomplish the ever-elusive overnight basal test?

YES! I would. I did. I am a basal-testing failure no more.

So, what do you think? See any issues?

10 pm - 144
11 pm - 131
12:30 am - 140
2 am - 146
3:30 am - 195 [ding, ding, ding]
5 am - 249 [DING, DING, DING]
6:30 am - 209

Looks like Mr. liver has been partying in the wee hours; hanging from the chandeliers, secreting glucose, hiring prostitutes and such. Sorry, liver. You're busted.