This morning when I woke up I had a moment of panic: I wasn't sure if I posted my daily writing yesterday. It's rare for me to even doubt that I wouldn't have written even if sometimes I can't actually recall what I wrote just a day earlier.
I clearly remembered starting to write. It's something so automatic routine I don't even have to think about it. It just happens. But this time I was interrupted half way through and had to leave the rest for later. I just didn't remember whether I actually finished and published the draft afterwards!
Luckily it was easy to check, and there it was finished and published. What a relief. Would habe been shame to break the streak due to such a minor inconvenient. Especially as my half-a-decade mark is already so near.