Argh the last couple days I’ve waited till the last minute before I head to bed to post. By that time I can’t think of anything noteworthy and I don’t want to be funny or tell a story, I just want to sleep. But I have been posting every single weekday since I started in earnest, and I can’t let myself drop a day (except I think I already did once).

I jogged more this morning than I have been; I did one and a half laps before reverting to a walk and gasping as if I had run out of oxygenated air. That’s a step up from just a single lap. I felt good about that, and bad about the distressed noises I was making. I’m better now, though. So don’t worry.