Two miles, fruit breakfast, banging my brain against the ways I’d like to teach my Christology module, and the limitations that militate against doing things that way.
Chalk Face
Two chilly, sluggish miles; hot breakfast; course prep. Two steady, temperate miles; fruit breakfast; course prep, haircut (trim, really) and dinner tonight with Bishop Helen-Ann Hartley.
New Year, New Term, New Tuesday
Two miles, fruit breakfast, work on a module on [biblical] Christology. It turns out that, somewhat to my surprise, there isn’t a handy book that does what I want for teaching (background of terms, usage in NT, trajectory into the early church). No, I am not about to write it; I have other projects I…
Last Day Before…
Two leisurely miles, hot breakfast, and a pretty annoying day. I won’t bother anyone with the details, but definitely not a high point.
Two Days
Friday: Two miles, fruit breakfast, all day staff meeting followed by lvoely convivial dinner at The Cuttlefish. Today: Two miles, no breakfast, trundled down to London for an all-day Sodality meeting.
Drill, Ye Tarriers
No reason, it has just been inhabiting my memories for the past few hours. One mile this morning — my left knee felt a bit wobbly, and I just reckoned I’d go easy today; fruit breakfast, religious conflict in England, Samuel (in Legends IV), and I repaired a pen (partly repaired another, till I saw…
Many Small Steps
Two miles, hot breakfast, finished the Book of Judges section of Legends IV, wrote another little bit about the contentious sixteenth and seventeenth centuries.
Exaltation
Two miles, feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, working breakfast at Rick’s, course prep and hermeneutics research and writing.
All Right, Then
Two miles, fruit breakfast, faffing about, and marking, finally finished with that task. Honestly, it wasn’t that much — but online marking does my brain in.
More, Onward
Two miles, hot breakfast, Mass, continuing to write thanks to people who left birthday greetings on Facebook; if I’m lucky, a moment to write before the end of the day. I mean, not to complain about having many people to greet — just much to do, that’s all.
At Last
Two miles, hot breakfast, and at long last an effective morning for writing, thank heaven. Visitors this afternoon, friends this evening (our afternoon visitors are friends too, they’re just passing through so I made a small terminological distinction), so it is a full day. I may have more than one glass by the time the…
Thinking Differently
Reflecting on the importance of letting go of the tyranny of goals, so as to be able to modulate into the last chapters of my life with contentment and grace. Two miles yesterday and two miles today, fruit breakfasts, banging my head against marking. I strongly dislike marking in general, but that distaste burgeons to…