Nothing to report

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.

An unremarkable week. Ate, walked, worked, slept adequately. This is what most of it looks like.

More when I know more.