Monday of Seventh, From Abingdon

I made my morning run against the odds again, as the weather forecast last night sad that the precise hours of rainfall today would be the time from 5:00 to 6:30 when I usually run. I’m not sure it rained at all, but it certainly didn’t rain on my chilly, leisurely exercise.

I spent much of the morning doing small tasks, catching up on email and postal correspondence, slowly making more room in my study. Then I went to Oxford to make a foray into the vacant flat to check for mail, checked also at Oriel, and came home. It was a full day, if not great in magnitude.

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