Today I didn’t run my mile, for several reasons. Yesterday, running to a cab, I felt as though I might have tweaked something in my midsectionsince I hate running, (and I’m disinclined to take chances with injury). Further, I was polishing my homily for the patronal feast at St Laurence, South Hinksey (attached below). And of course, since I hate running, these were eminently sound rationales for staying at home.
I did get to St Laurence, though, and had a delicious lunch thereafter, and came home and sat like a lump for the rest of the day.