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9 Days Till Chicago
My fasting sugars have been running stupidly high as of late. I haven’t gotten them back under control yet. But I am working on it.
Today was a metaphorical and literal headache. The death of a thousand papercuts kind of day.
Mentally I’m in this weird exhausted-excited headspace where I’m looking forward to my trip but am terrified something will go wrong.
I’m going home for the holiday. Fen’s sticking home for Thanksgiving to watch Spock and they’re going to travel for Christmas/Yule.
I hate flying while fat, though. But it will be fine. I finished Papa’s scarf on Saturday, fringe and all. So that’s two blankets, one hat, one scarf all made for them. I hope they like them.
Spock is super snuggly tonight. Maybe he knows my head is hurting. I enjoy a good snuggle.
I’m also working on Megan’s scarf and doing NaNoWriMo still as well. Lots of balls flying in the air right now.
Anyway, I’m for bed, as I want to go in early tomorrow.
Take your meds, folks.
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