Two years, no news

Late, and writing anyway.

Nothing happened again. I am aware that is now the fourth month running I have written that, and I have decided it is the best sentence in this journal.

Steady, swimming daily, writing rarely.

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

Wednesdays are just Wednesdays now.

Tide in at six.