Who could you send four lines to tonight?

A member here messaged to ask if I was all right because my journal had gone quiet. I had not realised anyone would notice.

Nobody, and I have noticed that and I do not know what to do with it.

Nobody in particular and everybody a bit. It has been an all right week for people.

The facilitator who stopped a room of six people talking at once and asked me how I actually was.

My buddy. Four lines on a Sunday night and it is quietly the most reliable thing in my week.

My husband, who has done the injection every week for a year and never once made it a thing.

The union rep who sorted out fridge access at work in two emails.