Quiet

Sitting down to this properly tonight.

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.

Off it, writing monthly, mostly about feeling like she had failed.

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.

Quiet. Injection Tuesday, mild Wednesday, fine by Thursday, and then a normal weekend.

Kindly, to myself as well.