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02.26 – 03.03

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Life

I have to accept that this feeling of creeping existential dread and mild nausea is, in fact, a hangover. This is something I was keen to avoid in my phased reintroduction to booze, but here we are. Si and Lou came round last night and provided excellent company and food. I genuinely went to bed feeling slightly smug for not having overdone it. Oh the hubris.

As for what else has happened in the week, from what I can remember it’s been boilerplate: little man shitting himself c. once a day (plus associated low-level worry about what we should be doing differently) and baby girl staying up all night shouting at us (plus associated low-level worry about what we should be doing differently).

Work

More Prismic Slice Machine discovery and wrangling.

TIL

• There’s a bear in the Toblerone logo

Running

• Tuesday: Hills – 6.98mi at 8:00/mi
• Thursday: Ally Pally – 8.27mi at 7:42/mi
• Sunday: LSR – 10.58mi at 7:36/mi