Zipping past at a comfortable 60mph I couldve sworn that the backroad grocery sign said I CRAVE CARBS but, on the third double take it was revealed to say I CARE CARDS which says far more about my current state of mind than the current state of signage but it does drive home the point that – connective tissue be damned – T1D life is fucking hard, your continued existence being contingent upon your ability to make the correct(est) choices and properly dose a criminally expensive uncontrolled substance four to seven times a day while attempting to present a modicum of normalcy to your life and to yourself while accepting the truth that, whether you like it or not, this is a large part of – the third or fourth full-time job - your life but hey, in other news BOOK OF BOBA FETT was solid but not the revelation that those first episodes of THE MANDALORIAN were and REVOLVER remains The Beatles' best album – For No One McCartney's best, Tomorrow Never Knows easily in the top five of Lennon's – and there's no point in fighting me on this because I'm right, send I CARE CARDS or CARBS in care of/; the day awaits.