The pieces are in place and the typos have been mostly corrected and my brain is in a half with-it capacity having slept last night at a blood sugar under 200 which was lovely and I have to do that again – my body may have other ideas but I'm pumping it with so much insulin something's got to break (for the good, though possibly for the ill).

Here's what I'm thinking re: PRESS(A) 01's release: if I haven't printed out a full, physical copy by tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to delay the full release. I'm on no one's timetable but my own so I can do that sort of thing, nice/nifty. Absolute, final deadline, though, is the day I turn 41 (07 Aug); it is my birthday present to myself, my final settling of her estate.

There are 15 bags of mulch in the truck. I see lifting and carrying and mulching much mulch and more editing and rewriting in my day's future that may or may not come to fruition.