Like falling off a blog

Well, it might just be the natural aphrodisiac effect of the summer, or it could be that I was feeling too confident when I last posted, but by the end of Friday I could stand it no more. I forget, now, what triggered it, but I slipped. And, annoyingly, again this morning.

Still, that at least means I now have an immediate target to aim for: 17 days.

But that's just an incidental. The main thing is that as my year progresses, the amount of red on my calendar becomes steadily smaller.