Month: September 2021

One mile — it started raining — fruit breakfast, admin and planning, research for my essay, a meeting, and oof knocked a bit off kilter unexpectedly.

Two miles, fruit breakfast, course prep.
Two miles, Mass, fruit breakfast, when will I be done with course prep?, maybe a little writing, student advising.
Two miles, hot breakfast, bits and bobs and finally a return to Anglican hermeneutics — BOOM, some writing done.

Two miles, work on course plan, hot breakfast, Mass for the Diamond Jubilee of the Ordination of Fr Hugh Wybrew, and more course planning.

Two miles, Mass, breakfast at Rick’s, and a last push to hammer my course plan into shape.

Two miles, fruit breakfast, banging my brain against the ways I’d like to teach my Christology module, and the limitations that militate against doing things that way.

Two chilly, sluggish miles; hot breakfast; course prep.
Two steady, temperate miles; fruit breakfast; course prep, haircut (trim, really) and dinner tonight with Bishop Helen-Ann Hartley.

Two miles, fruit breakfast, work on a module on [biblical] Christology. It turns out that, somewhat to my surprise, there isn’t a handy book that does what I want for teaching (background of terms, usage in NT, trajectory into the early church). No, I am not about to write it; I have other projects I must finish first. Poked at Anglican hermeneutics. Listened to interesting presentations on Newman and philosophy, especially his connection to Wittgenstein. I read an essay about that recently — I wish I could recall where…

Two leisurely miles, hot breakfast, and a pretty annoying day. I won’t bother anyone with the details, but definitely not a high point.

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.

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 that I needed a part I don’t have).

Two miles, hot breakfast, finished the Book of Judges section of Legends IV, wrote another little bit about the contentious sixteenth and seventeenth centuries.

Two miles, feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, working breakfast at Rick’s, course prep and hermeneutics research and writing.

Two miles, fruit breakfast, faffing about, and marking, finally finished with that task. Honestly, it wasn’t that much — but online marking does my brain in.

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.

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 evening’s over.

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 outright detestation when obliged to use online VLE apps to mark.

[Update: Sometimes I want to track down evidence of my participation in the Ars Electronica conference in 2008, and I ran into these links this morning: One, Two]

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).

Two miles, fruit breakfast, marking. That’s the day.

Two miles, fruit breakfast, marking and administrative correspondence. That pretty much sums up the day.

Two miles, hot breakfast, hand-washing some collars in preparation for the new term, and grinding out a few paragraphs of a freshly-imagined essay. I think this new start will be easier to write (and more to the point of my specialisation).