Two years, no news

A gentle week, mostly.

Wednesdays are just Wednesdays now.

Steady, pacing, writing weekly.

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

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.

Resting now, on purpose.