Two lines a day

A quiet week.

Two lines a day in a paper diary. Date, and one thing. That is the entire system and it has twice changed a clinical decision.

New sharps bin, and a plan for what happens to it when I move in September.

Tested three cool bags against a thermometer this weekend because I am that person. Results written up for the travel circle.

Small logistics win: worked out where the pen actually lives in a fridge shared with four other people and a toddler's yoghurts.

Sleeping, at last.