Two Days

Friday: Two miles, fruit breakfast, all day staff meeting followed by lvoely convivial dinner at The Cuttlefish. Today: Two miles, no breakfast, trundled down to London for an all-day Sodality meeting.

Drill, Ye Tarriers

No reason, it has just been inhabiting my memories for the past few hours. One mile this morning — my left knee felt a bit wobbly, and I just reckoned I’d go easy today; fruit breakfast, religious conflict in England, Samuel (in Legends IV), and I repaired a pen (partly repaired another, till I saw…

More, Onward

Two miles, hot breakfast, Mass, continuing to write thanks to people who left birthday greetings on Facebook; if I’m lucky, a moment to write before the end of the day. I mean, not to complain about having many people to greet — just much to do, that’s all.

At Last

Two miles, hot breakfast, and at long last an effective morning for writing, thank heaven. Visitors this afternoon, friends this evening (our afternoon visitors are friends too, they’re just passing through so I made a small terminological distinction), so it is a full day. I may have more than one glass by the time the…

Thinking Differently

Reflecting on the importance of letting go of the tyranny of goals, so as to be able to modulate into the last chapters of my life with contentment and grace. Two miles yesterday and two miles today, fruit breakfasts, banging my head against marking. I strongly dislike marking in general, but that distaste burgeons to…

Honest, More

It’s not that there’s so much marking; it’s just a matter of bearing down, avoiding distractions and interruptions, and rebooting into Admin Mode rather than Research Mode. Oh, yes: two miles, hot breakfast (cos I know that’s the content everyone wants).