Nothing to report

Right.

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

Quiet and grateful.

An unremarkable week. Ate, walked, worked, slept adequately. This is what most of it looks like.

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.

Steady. That is the whole entry.

Propped up on three pillows. Night.