Grip

Late, and writing anyway.

Two sessions this week, both short, both done. Ren keeps saying that two a week for two years beats a perfect programme abandoned in March, and he is annoyingly right.

Walked instead of the bus all week. Not a programme. Just walking.

Came back after a bad fortnight without trying to make up the lost ground, which is the thing that used to end it for me every time.

Listening.