What did I do yesterday?
Nothing special, by which I mean nothing out of the ordinary, and not, in fact, nothing special.
It was a great day.
I spent the morning with my girlfriend, and I read a long short story by John Langon, and I met an old friend for coffee, and I went for a walk and found a weird little supermarket that I didn’t buy any food from, and read some comics, and watched The Wire, and it was all told, a fantastic day.
Good enough that I missed writing here for the first time, not because I was procrastinating, or put it off, or not in the mood, but because, all day was full of such good things, that I didn’t even think to log on here and post something.
In the past, when I miss a step, it’s easy to just shrug your shoulders and throw an entire project out.
Yesterday was a brilliant day, and I’m left with no desire whatsoever to throw this project out. I missed a day, but I’m back now, and I’ll be back again tomorrow.
For some reason, those things all seem connected.