Each day is worth writing about …

Day #1

Or is it?

Well, I spent most of the third act of this one trying to sign up to this bloody site. The truth is that I’m actually typing this entry into the notes on my phone, as the damn thing still isn’t working … I don’t know the purpose behind the fifteen minute expiry of the login link, but it’s lost on me. Whoever decided a quarter of an hour to see an email, then follow the login process, may be slightly off track with that one.

But back to my day. I helped a friend fell better about herself, the sun shone, I let it bathe my skin, and I didn’t have to dig any ditches today or climb a really tall ladder into a burning building.

So will each day really be worth writing about? Time, as they say, will tell. Or to be more accurate – ask me on day number 365 …