Chilly, drizzly morning run, Morning Office, morning Mass for St Michael and all angels, fruit breakfast, trip to Boots so that Margaret may obtain passport photos (she needs me to advise her on when she’s in the correct position for the camera, since without her glasses she can’t see the frame). Some positive work on James, lunch, some appointments, some Legends (the end of Volume 2 is in sight), a little more James reading, home for dinner (we ordered pizza), and we watched the first two episodes of Ozark and are dubious about watching it further. Honestly, are we supposed to be patient with these people? (And I ask this as someone with a long-standing Laura Linney screen crush.)