The list on the fridge

A quiet week.

Greek yoghurt, eggs, and the limits of both. I have reached the limits of both.

Was undereating without realising. The nurse asked a plain question about what I had actually eaten in the last two days and I heard my own answer.

I have found five things I can get down when nothing appeals and I have written them on the fridge. That list is the most useful thing I own.

Steady.