I only took the short route this morning, and waled most of that, because as I turned onto the first main road on my morning run, I felt a little flutter in my lower back, as though my back muscles were warning me ‘Just give us an excuse, mate, and we’re going to coil up tight as a watchspring’. Then about a block further on, they sent another message to the effect of ‘Were you not listening?’ I decided that discretion required a gentler approach to this morning’s exercise, and walked the rest of the way.
Fruit breakfast and coffee, Morning Prayer, shower, second cup, clearing email (mostly involving my sister’s obit), then a wee bit of reading, marking, then walking the dogs, lunch, morning contact with Margaret, and now back to marking.