Not a Case of the Mondays But

I want to believe that my systems are becoming calibrated with those algorithmic ones of the CGM but I don't think they are. Last night, a possible hypoglycemic moment: according to the glucometer, Tabitha, I was at 64; according to The Tick (my name for the Libre), 110. Didn't feel right but... just weird. That said, I don't seem start feeling wonky until I dip below 60. Mad scientist experiment: do I force myself into a low blood sugar to see which one is right? (Not without adult supervision, no.)

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Weekend revisitations: TERMINATOR 2 and OFFICE SPACE, one right after the other. Fun thought experiment: It wasn't actually Cyberndyne / Skynet that caused Judgement Day, but Initech / Initrode / Penetrode, Michael and Samir the true unwitting Adam and Eve of the AI yet to be... thus the failure of team Connor to avert the AIpocalypse.

(I'm sure Milton was involved somehow.)

A side note: I need to start watching things I haven't seen yet – but there's very little that interests me (though the upcoming Disney+ might help since I haven't seen ENDGAME or CAPTAIN MARVEL) in the streaming offerings at present. Far happier to scrounge the Blu Ray bargain bin for physical treasures to be possessed, not accessed.

Another side note: SCHITT'S CREEK's David and Patrick are the best couple in presently-airing serialized narrative, bar none. I'll miss that show when it's gone.

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Will try tonight to work in the evenings; President Obama was correct in saying that the world just seems smaller at night. Maybe that smallness is what I need – why the early morning / pre-dawn hours work so well for me; why they're so anchoring. Maybe instead of falling to the guilt of taking an afternoon on a selfish project I can clear off my to-do desk throughout the day and, facing an empty desk in the evening, get back to work. That's the theory anyhow.

And that's all I've got. Happy Monday.