Those of us requiring sustenance have been sustained; kick-fetch has been played across the arctic tundra of what was once my yard but is now a crevassed and grass-devoid Kirby-playcenter. Victory, then, in these early hours with narrative head-scratching, the updating and reinforcing of TSR recording / interview processes, and further consideration of things to be considered on deck. The Morkie does NOT have a doggiedayspa appointment today, contrary to my tickler folder; the day awaits.