Not Much Happening

Yesterday made twenty-eight, today (before it snowed) twenty-nine days of running in a row; around 0° and slippery on the pavement yesterday, dry and subzero this morning, though about three cm of snow had fallen before it was time for church. I spend these days alternating between trying to concentrate (almost typed ‘consecrate’) and get work done, and allowing myself to drift. Lockdown life.

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