I love Southern food, but figuring out how much insulin to take for it can be tricky. I ended up over-bolusing for some BBQ chicken thinking the carb count for the sauce was much higher, and later I had the opposite problem with some harmless-looking cornbread. Overall, though, I stayed in the mid-100s and only had one late-night low. The long drives were made much easier by my husband, who took over the wheel for 99% of the trip.
Elvis' house was pretty impressive. I was just a kid when he passed away, but like everyone else I grew up on the man's music. Seeing all those gold records and awards was one thing, but I was struck by how relatively modest a home Graceland is by today's standards. What a shame Elvis isn't still around to enjoy it.
Our last stop was a quiet evening moment at the National Civil Rights Museum:
April 4, 2008 will mark the 40th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination. In the cool breeze of the evening we heard wind chimes gently singing from a porch across the street. There's a grassy lawn nearby, with trees and gentle curves that instill a sense of peace to this violent place.
Now that Monday's here it's back to work, and back to the fitness routine for both of us. Ugh (:-P