An hour on the floor

Swam. First time since school. Two lengths, badly, grinning.

Dug the whole plot over in a weekend, aged seventy-two.

Tied my own laces standing up. I am aware of how that sounds and I do not care.

Up the stairs at work twice without stopping at the landing. I stood at the top for a second like an idiot. Nobody saw. It counted.

Off to the plot.