Not a number

A brief account of the week.

I have been waiting to write this entry for about fourteen months.

Swam in the sea at Myrtleville. Seventy words, all of them good.

Not a number. A thing I can do now that I could not do, and I am going to describe it in detail because that is the only kind of record I want to keep.

Wrote it in the milestones page as well, which I would have found embarrassing a year ago.

Yours, as ever.