Off the floor

This 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 the Dingle Way in stages.

Slept flat. Whole night. Flat.

Carried both bags up in one go. Small thing. Wrote it down.

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.

Patience.