A Weariness

Another winter morning, another two miles in 1° temps, with what the BBC proposes was ‘mist’ (although I only perceived anything like mist if I looked at the streetlights). And I did hit my pace mark.

Frustrating day yesterday in the job search. It’s hard to think that neither church nor academy (and especially not their convergence at academic chaplaincy) has any use for me, but that’s the consistent feedback from the application process.

And, Again

Another two miles this morning, in light drizzle. Although I don’t time myself, I do set myself benchmarks of when I’d like to get back once I set out — a sort of pace mark, as it were. So this morning I aimed to get back by six o’clock, and I did so arrive. Woot.