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Up early to take the Countess for a fasting blood test. Two filks trying to be born in my head at the same time, one of Duane Elms' "Too Late" (refrain: "But I guess it doesn't matter any more") about you-know-what, which I don't really want to do, and one Meat Loaf parody, "Objects In The Rear View Mirror (May Appear To Be The Wrong Way Round)," which I don't think I can do. Gah.

Breakfast will doubtless help. When we get back.

The Countess insisted