Month: December 2023

I made my run this morning; the weather has turned warmer, at least for a day, and my fingers and toes did not go numb, or prickle and burn. My pace was moderate, and I arrived home almost comfortably. I’ll have another cup of coffee and a crumpet before church, take the dogs for a walk, and after church will hack away at some unfinished work.

The house is half, or a quarter (depending on how you count), emptier this morning. Margaret left yesterday on some family business, and that leaves our new home hollower. and ties my day more closely to Minke and Flora, who need a lot of attention. It will be a good thing when we’re back together.

Missed a few days (sorry). Last night I decided not to run this morning — fortuitously, as it turns out, since this was the coldest night so far this year. Instead, I stayed up a bit later than usual with Margaret, who will be leaving this morning to go to the US to help care for a member of the family. I’ll stay here with the dogs (hence, not leaving the house for any long intervals) till I leave for our holiday visits to our younger family.

But I’m glad that when this frigid morning arrived, I had already decided not to venture outside.