Welcome 2022, remarkable if for no other reason than my date schema will not have two ones in a row in YYYYMM bit for the next ten years. Victory, likewise, in culinary things: I have cracked veg bibimbap WITH A BOWL. Next addition: sriracha.

All went according to plan in yesterday's biweekly CGM switchout until my phone said that "this device is incompatible with this app" upon scanning myself. A look at the box – buried under the pharmacy label, of course – revealed that they had given me the model one instead of the model two, as the concealing label (and the previous CGM said), a case study in why we should not put two similar boxes next to each other on a shelf in a now-understaffed and overworked pharmacy which has been consistently behind and off-target since before Omicron – which means that for the next two weeks I'm back to my former methods of glucose checking (read: arm-scan every couple of hours since there are no alerts to warn me when I'm starting to go low); let the games begin.

(At least I have a healthy stockpile of happy pills.)

Returning to victories and completed missions: the Lego Typewriter is fully assembed and HALO INFINITE is finished – capping what was the most fun I’ve had with HALO since COMBAT EVOLVED all those years ago – though I still don't understand the mythology, a lack of which I’ve come to accept will be a forever thing.

Ahead: a run in the rain while basking in the continued glow of bibimbap success and assembly of tomorrow’s weekly newsletter; the day awaits.