Nothing happened again

Two years. My only news is that there is no news, and I have come back specifically to say so, because nobody wrote this part down for me.

Steady. Writes monthly.

Reduced to a maintenance dose. Same day, same fridge, less of it.

Wednesdays are just Wednesdays now.

The strange part is not having a project any more. I had not understood how much I was enjoying having one.

Same again next month.