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 longest night I’ve had in ages, which felt delicious — less for the sleep than for the felt freedom to lie in as long as I cared to. This morning, two more miles, then groceries, hot breakfast, leisurely morning, then into town to buy a pair of shoes, relaxing afternoon of reading, and an evening of political suspense.