Friday of Second

Yesterday: Two miles, I cheated and had an egg and mushrooms for breakfast, tutorials and marking, staff colloquium, and Guest Night. This morning: two miles, croissant, correspondence, marking, tutorial, excellent NT Seminar given by Teresa Morgan, Evensong and Benediction, and that’s the end of Second.

Monday of Second

Two miles, fruit breakfast… Yesterday, an occasional congregant at St John the Evangelist asked me “How long have you worked here?”, to which I answered (a bit puzzled — had she begun losing memories?) “Eight years; this is the beginning of my ninth.” It then dawned on both of us that she hadn’t seen me…

Another Pleasant Oxford Sunday

Two miles, Morning Prayer, hot breakfast, rehearsal, Mass, lunch; then Margaret and I indulged in some musicological and cultural musings about the Monkees (whatever one may say about the commercialism of a premise of a made-up band, there’s some top-level artistry in the hookiness of those singles), then some Charlie Louvin, then the Hillbilly Thomists…

Keeping Up

Two miles yesterday, fruit breakfast, academic work day of marking and meeting, ending with Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament. Two miles this morning, hot breakfast, and the hope of a relaxing afternoon (till 16:00, when the Sodality will come together to pray the Evening Office for the Dead for Mother Ade).

Convergence of Sadness

People die all the time, obviously, and many people have died unexpectedly in the last two years. Still, Margaret and I were set back a pace or two by the news that our friend from Evanston days Mark McIntosh had died, in the same day that Sir David Amess was murdered, and my sister in…

O, Saint Teresa…

The more learning our preachers and pastors have, the better. For if they have not much experience themselves, yet they know the Scriptures and the recorded experiences of the saints better than we do. The devil is exceedingly afraid of learning, especially where it is accompanied with humility and virtue. — Santa Teresa: An Appreciation,…

Thursday of First

Well, this week has gone by fast. Running? Two miles, a day off, two miles, and this morning another two miles. Fruit breakfast, fruit, hot, and I’ll have fruit this morning. Lectures on Tuesday and Wednesday, some student meetings, marking (already!), and various other academic responsibilities.

Yesterday… and Today

Two very casual miles, croissant breakfast, five student sermons, more timetable wrangling, and eventually, the end of Noughth. That’s not the same as a teaching week, but it’s still the first out of ten weeks of Michaelmas Term, so I’m 10% of the way there. I’ll take it. I slept nine hours last night, the…

Teeth, Gnashing

Yes, I am a stickler for form. I do not deny it. But there is great reason to expect that those who publish quoted excerpts from [other] quoted works will cite their sources, and it scorches my toast when they just wave their hands and say (in the words of the Epistle to the Hebrews)…

Thursday of Noughth

Yesterday, two miles, fruit breakfast, meetings with students, more meetings with stuydents, looking up alternatives and possibilities, emailing hither and yon, and so on. Cinema date with Margaret, one in which things exploded satisfactorily (for anyone old enough to remember, that’s the English translation for Big Jim McBob’s and Billy Sol Hurok’s ‘they blowed up…