Occasional Days

Blood was 6.4 yesterday. 6.1 this morning - just for the vampire-watchers.

Now then...a question of grammar for you. How occasional is occasional? I mean, what does it mean, really speaking?

It's always been one of those words that's open to interpretation - like regularly, that's another one. Something can be regular at one-a-minute, or one-a-year. Similarly, occasional is just the word we use to mark when something happens...right?

I ask out of a deeply self-delusional intention to grammar myself out of guilt, you understand?
When I started doing my Aristotelian experiments, my toe-dips into normal food habits, people would kindly tell me that it was fine to have 'the occasional treat'.

Which is why I need to know the meaning of 'occasional'. Woke up yesterday with a craving for fish and chips.
Didn't act on it, but when d came home from work, we went out for dinner. We intended to go somewhere where she can get a salad and I can get a calorie-controlled chicken...thing. And we would have gone, but when we sat on one of the many, many free tables, we were told there was a waiting list.

A waiting list for a faintly bad restuarant...in Merthyr...while there were tables sitting idle, doing precisely buggerall. We walked out. The next cheapest place...just...happens to have one of the best fish and chips...apparently in Britain, if you listen to d. So we went, and that's what we had.

Tonight, d worked a later shift than normal, so when she came home, it was a case of getting people to deliver stuff to us. So we shared a pizza...

That's two 'occasionals' back to back...mitigated by a gym-swim session last night and a biking session today.

Clearly not mitigated completely, but at least there were pebbles of exercise thrown into these 'occasional' days. Tomorrow, dammit, we push. Managed to get a good amount of crap cleared off my list of Stuff To Do today, so tomorrow, will do an early walk, and some afternoon biking...and on we go from there.