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Always fascinating (and mortifying) to observe mental state when in a bout of hyperglycemia, the T1D chicken and egg being "am I feeling this way because my blood sugar is a raging mess or is my blood sugar a raging mess because I'm feeling this way?", the answer being, as ever, Yes.

Managed to get K to share in my addiction to Netflix's EVIL GENIUS: rewatched the first two episodes with her yesterday (I had started it on the rowing machine as that is my vehicle of true crime addiction; I've switched over to CRIME SCENE: THE VANISHING AT THE CECIL HOTEL), will probably wrap up the final episode this afternoon or evening.

The dogchildren have been sustained; back to work.

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Winter weather advisory ended at 0700 on this, snow day number (N): seems like Fridays have been snowdays by default these last several weeks. A sleet downpour last night – never seen anything quite like it – and much slipping and sliding during the pre-bedtime dogchildren outdoor ablutions. Settled to flurries by this morning's waking; probably an inch of snow under a deep unknown quantity of ice – though, to judge by the current snowstate, we could end up with a lot more than that. Or not... Closer and closer to knowing what the next chunk of this new-thing-a-decade-old is; the dogchildren require sustenance / back to work / the day awaits.

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Clearly, a weird weather day ahead: Pouring rain right now, a foot of snow continuing to melt, an inch of snow and ice forecast for evening and overnight. Creeks throwing a fit, Puppers refusing to go have a piss outside. Vigil against potential office flooding has begun though I don't think it will rain hard enough to break through but at this point, who knows.

On the bright side, fully – thanks to the help of a friend (whose work never ceases to amaze) that helped me see what I hadn't been seeing – cracked this comics thing / prelude after a decade of trying. It also took a line I had thought was the start of a fourth story module to reveal itself as an integral line in this comics thing to bring it all together. A few more nips and tucks to the script and then I have to figure out what to do with it – because this thing IS coming to life: my 15 years of comics writing heartbreak WILL end this year goddammit.

Think that's it – at least it's all I've written down up to now. The dogchildren require sustenance; the day awaits.