One might think that 11° would make for a very warm morning run indeed, but a moderate breeze kept things cool. My breathing felt heavier (but low pollen, so…), but legs and general comfort sustained me through a 9:21 mile. Fruit breakfast, Morning Office, and a restless, unproductive day. Not altogether unproductive — I made some headway on the ‘Ten Generations’ chapter of Legends and did some light reading — but one of those days that I ought to have just written off and enjoyed, rather than sat at my keyboard and fretted.
We dined on boiled new potatoes (rather than jacket potatoes), beans, broccoli, and Margaret’s cashew cream sauce. Vespers and Westworld.

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