fortnightly subcutaneous awakening ritual

49ºF, cloudy: As is typical every other early Saturday morning, a screeching and incorrect newly-subcutaneously-installed CGM woke me at 0100 to tell me I was blood-sugar crashing in my sleep but reality proved otherwise. Starting to get used to said awakening but acclimation doesn't make it any less exhausting.

Newsletter work in progress, hence less-than-verbose relayed here but something, daily, is the process, the ritual, the routine, so here I am now entertain us.