What is the last thing that felt like progress and had no number attached?

A hundred consecutive weekly entries, which I only noticed because the archive told me.

Opened a jar without asking anyone.

Two flights of stairs and no stop at the landing.

Walked up a Munro. First in nine years. The entry in my journal is mostly about the weather.

Got through a wedding without dreading the meal.

Told my daughter, and she asked good questions.

Slept flat.