I’m giving myself a morning off from the run. When I woke, I heard the sound of a light rain, and although it seems to have cleared up, I have enough aches and stiffness from yesterday’s exertions that it seems sensible to allow a day for the flesh to rebound.
Today we’re going to Mass at St Helen’s, then to a Newcomers’ Lunch where I will meet various people with whom I’m not yet acquainted, and will strain to remember everybody’s name. After lunch we’ll return to base camp, then I’ll hop in the X3 to Oxford for one of the two last Evensongs at which I’ll serve as Fr Rob’s emergency back-up clergyman. Then home to collapse in aheap and rest up for a Monday with so-far undefined plans.