COVID World, Day Fifty-One

The warmest morning of the year, I think, at 11°; medium pollen, medium air pollution, and the feeling from last year of being heavy and sluggish. The mile came in at 9:51, though, which is not unacceptable for me.
Fruit breakfast, Morning Office with Margaret, clean-up and a morning devoted to reading and writing more or less successfully.
The afternoon went by agreeably, a bit more of the same, and we had a splendid rice-and veg dinner before settling down to watch Vera.

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