Two miles each of the last two mornings. I made a hot breakfast yesterday, so it was fruit this morning. Coffee, of course, shower and in to church. Yesterday I arrived for Morning Prayer; this morning I arrived very early to set up the Lady Chapel for a small Low Mass of a Requiem for my sister. That went smoothly and well — it was the right thing, a relief, the right ending of this interval of grief.
As to the rest, I have a sermon to write for Sunday and a funeral to plan for next week, some emails and general correspondence to catch up on. But the end of the week is here.