Chilly, rainy morning run — I thought, about halfway through, that I might turn home and cut it short, but instead I forged ahead for the last three-quarters of a mile. This was a mistake; the rain picked up, and I was already soaking from the first bit of the run, so that by the time I got home I was sodden. Morning Office, morning Mass, fruit breakfast, and into the study to advance the cause of James and miracles, and of course preparation. That occupied most of the working day, apart from a midday grocery trip. Soup for dinner, and the first half of Strike before sleep.