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.