COVID Thirty-Two

Honestly, one day I will skip my morning run. It’s not as though I enjoy it; it’s just become part of how my day begins, and does help me understand myself to be taking care of my body (along with, marginally, eating more deliberately). This was not that morning. Woke up, pulled myself together, warmed…

COVID World, Day Thirty-One

So, the government has indicated its expectation that we’ll remain locked down for another three weeks at the least. Although we’re getting a bit restive with our confinement, the risk of contracting the plague impresses us enough that we can’t foresee breaking out of lockdown even when the state permits us to. We can wait…

COVID World, Day Thirty

This makes a full month of quarantine. My low-level anxiety and distraction remain — I don’t expect that to change any time soon — but apart from that, each day resembles an ordinary home-based reading/writing day out of term time. We were urged to keep journals through the plague lockdown, but honestly, life hasn’t offered…

COVID World Day Twenty-Nine

Clear morning, 4°, and my mile came in at 9:38. Fruit for breakfast plus a consolatory crumpet. The rest of the morning and afternoon I spent reading, with wee breaks for lunch, for squandering time and attention on the internet, and following up on some email. Very at-home day. Margaret made a sort of breakfast…

COVID World, Day Twenty-Eight

Another cold morning, though not so windy. 3°, and straight ahead 9:45 mile. I made an early foray to Sainsbury’s for supplies, then indulged in my full home breakfast (two eggs, two hash brown patties, two rashers of faux bacon) instead of my more abstemious fruit mornings. As far as the rest of the day…

Easter Day, COVID 25

Happy Easter! I had been planning on giving myself a day off running, since I’d run every day of Lent (note for sticklers: I missed out three days when Margaret and I went to Wells for the first weekend of Lent; Margaret had said strictly ‘There are no miles in Wells.’ But I had run…

On Streams and Places

There’s been an almighty stramash in the past week or so concerning the importance or insignificance of praying from church buildings when videocasting services. The Archbishops of Canterbury and York forbid it; the Government allows it (and the Roman Catholic Church practises it); and various parties (myself include) have exchanged heated words about the proprieties…

COVID World, Day Twenty-Four

This morning’s mile went smoothly, temperature about 11°, adequately limber. I didn’t feel especially great, but the time came in at 9:35 (personal record, by a good long chalk). Then I made a quick foray to Sainsbury’s for the Times, and home for a couple of oranges and coffee. In the morning and afternoon I…

COVID World, Day Twenty-Two

This marks three solid weeks we’ve spent in mostly-isolation (save mile runs, exercise walks, and at-distance talk with semi-visitors). On one hand, meh, it’s not so hard. I mean, we aren’t short of food or reading and viewing material, and we’re in jolly health. On the other, I do miss wandering, or stopping in at…