Coronormal, Day 145

Deep grey skies, light breezes, and oppressive humidity this morning, and although I didn’t feel any particular aches or wobbles, my mile came in at 9:31 and I think I couldn’t have done it in a minute faster. Breakfast at Rick’s, good intentions to spend the day reading and writing, but much of the morning…

Coronormal Day 144

A gross of COVID days, not yet quite a half year, and governments (NZ and others nobly excepted) still faff about like blind squirrels looking for nuts. This morning, deep grey and near-100% humid, cool, and I took the extra half-mile run untimed. I stopped for photos of flowers to send Margaret; I stretched out…

Coronormal Day 143

Happy St Dominic’s Day! A normal morning, if hot and humid, and my limber limbs carried me to a mile time of 9:35. Morning Office, pancakes for breakfast!, odds and ends and reading, a grocery trip, and then Margaret proposed a GreyZone binge. We followed through on that, taking breaks for dinner and for a…

Coronormal Day 138

Every fibre in my legs — bum, thighs, knees, calves, ankles — protested this morning after my slightly-longer run, itself after two days off, ao the otherwise fine conditions resulted only in a 9:50 mile. Morning Office, fruit breakfast, some Legends, a leisurely walk to the Isis Farmhouse for lunch, the end of 2012, a…

Coronormal Day 137

What happened to days 135 and 136? Friday, Margaret and I got up at the crack of dawn — before dawn cracked, really — and made our way to Arundel, where Margaret waited to be picked up by our friend Emily and I caught a cab to St Mary’s Church, Slindon, where I preached a…