Grey morning, with the sense that there had been recent showers (the overhang at Sainsbury’s protected dry pavement, but the unsheltered pavement was wet); I forgot to check the temperature, but I’d estimate that it was about 7°. My limbs were rusty, and the pollen medium, and I forgot to hit the button on my timer, so my guess is that my mile was around 9:50 or so. Morning, Office, hot breakfast, a morning spent with diffuse attention, Mass at St Michael and All Angels Croydon, lunch, and a bit of writing.
I did some reading and — well to be honest, no writing at all during the day. I think it was mostly one of those lost Plague Days. I’ll try harder tomorrow. Leftovers and Spooks; the end is in sight.