Steady

No news. The dog is well, the weather has been foul, and I have taken my medication on the correct day for the eleventh week running.

I nearly did not write this week because there was nothing in it. Then I thought about how much I have got out of other people's boring weeks.

Steady. That is the whole entry.

Nothing to report. Writing it down anyway, on the theory that a journal made only of eventful weeks would give a false impression of the whole thing.

Enough for one evening.