I will not run my miles through a steady rain in single-digit temps. That’s a firm negatory. Instead I sdat and talked with Margaret about various aspects of her travel plans, what to expect when she gets to Pat’s house, and so on. I marked essays, listened to the Cardboards live at Charlie’s 10¢ Saloon (‘Ah, sonny boy, those were the days…’), and am about to leave for Oxford to give a couple of tutorials — then home to resume helping Margaret.