Two flights of stairs

Late, and writing anyway.

Sat on the floor and played for an hour, and then got up. That was the entire reason I started, and I have now done it.

Walked to the Quay and back twice in a week.

Up the stairs at work twice without stopping at the landing. I stood at the top for a second like an idiot. Nobody saw. It counted.

Walked into town and back, which I stopped doing years ago without ever deciding to stop.

Resting.