Ran my (leisurely) 1.7, prayed, off to church, groceries on the way home, perfect hot breakfast, did some Duolingo lessons, now setting to work at the four small marking tasks I have. It would be a great thing if I could knock them off before I go to Oriel tonight for Evensong.
Our placement ordinand (or perhaps they’re just an aspirant) stopped me this morning after Mass to say, ‘Father, I hear you’re preaching at Mansfield soon…’ I was thunderstruck; I suddenly remembered that Fr Nathan had asked me to preach at Mansfield sometime this term, but I had absolutely no idea when. For all I knew, I might have missed the day altogether. When I got home, I looked up the date and was relieved to se that it’s Wednesday — time enough to come up with a sermon on Hell (which topic Fr Nathan chose just for me — whatta guy!).