Wednesday of the Last Week

The last week before September, that is, where the summer pivots toward the academic year and my time for research and writing gradually evaporates in favour of time for teaching prep and marking essays. Time for cracking on to settle obligations. Two miles this morning, hot breakfast, reading, Legends IV, Anglican hermeneutics, a grocery trip…

Right, Next —

Two miles, fruit breakfast, time to start writing (again). Reading first, though, and in order to read one has to find the right things to read, so research. And because I’m wired that way, I poured Legends IV into a matrix file in order to begin formatting the last of my Ginzberg transcriptions. After a…

Back From BNTC

Two miles, hot breakfast. It was great to see so many long-time friends in three dimensions at BNTC, most of whom looked more as they did pre-pandemic than do I; I have never heard the word ‘hirsute’ so often in forty-eight hours as the interval from Thursday evening to yesterday. Some made complimentary remarks about…

I Don’t Mind Mondays

Didn’t run this morning; I thought it would make a reasonable break after yesterday’s exertion (though I neglected to consider my upcoming travel to Durham for several days, so I’ll wind up having missed four days this week). Fruit breakfast, reading, but (in the end) not much writing. To be fair, we had an afternoon…

Sunday Assumption

Two miles, hot breakfast, then off to Swindon New Town where I preached for the Solemnity of the Assumption at one of Father Toby Boutle’s churches. Got back late-ish afternoon (amusing hen party on the train to Oxford), utterly knackered.