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 the beard, and I suppose those who dislike it were polite and kept silent, engendering the illusion that approval was unanimous.
I spent much of the rest of the day walking dogs or overseeing them at home, and working on Legends III. I’m eager to finish IV and make the whole set available.