Flat, again

Right.

Nothing. Eleven weeks of nothing. I know intellectually that nothing is not a failure, and I am finding that intellectual knowledge worth approximately nothing this evening.

Flat, and he wrote a very funny entry about it.

Three months of no change and my blood pressure has come down anyway. Two things can be true at once and I keep having to relearn that.

Flat again. I have stopped looking, which is either healthy or avoidance and I genuinely cannot tell.

Late, as usual.