What did you get done that you are quietly pleased about?

Caught myself walking faster than the person in front of me. Small. Enormous.

I put on a coat I had put at the back of the wardrobe out of spite, and it was comfortable.

I did the food shop without the mental negotiation about the middle aisle. That has never happened.

I put on a coat I had put at the back of the wardrobe out of spite, and it was comfortable.

Honestly? That I have been quietly miserable for a fortnight and have told nobody until this box.

That I am four hundred days into writing these and I have stopped doing it for anyone else.

I noticed my own breathing while making the bed, and then noticed that I usually do not notice it, which is new.