30 minutes after that: 134
I’m doing this for another hour and a half, then I’m going to bed with a plan for 3 am check, which I’ve been meaning to get in the habit of doing one of these days.
For a few minutes, I was harboring the total pipe dream that this little incident somehow rebooted my pancrease into functionality. You know, the proverbial CTRL-ALT-DELETE to return everything to rights. I’m sure stranger things have happened…