Pacified.

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It seems, after a long bout between the two most potent aspects of myself, they have worked it out between them for now.  I can't be sure when I went to bed.  16:30-18:30, I think.  I was completely lost in those worlds after 13:00, 13:30 maybe.  I know.  I had my phone right near me, and received a bunch of calls, but didn't realize any of them.  They might have been later, haven't checked the times they were logged yet.

Sleep was quite good.  If I dreamed, those were lost when I stirred, and woke.  Nothing but sleep, so far as memory serves.  I woke at about 4:30.  Feeling good, really, and ready to do some things.  I need to set up my medicines first thing, then maybe call about anything that is running shy.  I definitely need to reorder insulin.  I think I have the bottle opened this month, and one remaining.  I need to keep up on that.  That... little misstep was a bit more harsh than I like to realize.

Oh, I best feed the girls.  So far they have just let me know they have claws, and begged.  All fair enough.  I just had to spend some time waking before being able to leave my chair.  If I take too much longer, they will find ways to "accidentally" scratch me.  While I hate being scratched, I... sort of favor their little tricks and charms.  They don't have much to work with, but don't mind using what they have.  While they shouldn't have to beg, they also shouldn't beg, not until a reasonable time has passed.  It's a... continuing negotiation.  I like that they keep me on my toes and I am compelled to maintain order.  A balance.

No call to anything this morning.  Just a... bit of nothingness though with potential for something.  Later.