Flat, again

Nothing. Eleven weeks of nothing. I know intellectually that nothing is not a failure, and I am finding that intellectual knowledge worth approximately nothing this evening.

Ada said something in circle that has stayed with me: that a plateau is weather, not a verdict. I have written it on a card.

Second plateau, and it is easier than the first, mostly because I have been here and come out the other side without doing anything clever.

Enough for now.