Assuming I follow the trajectory I set out on in my sermon prep, the inaudible soundtrack playing while I preach will be from Steve Earle and the Dukes — but the reason I invoke it ahead of that hour is that after weeks of lamenting the absence of summer in Britain these past months, I am now regarding the undeniably summery weather with a deprecatory side-eye and thinking, ‘Enough is enough’. I mostly walked on my morning run, and even at that I was tired and soaking when I finished. I sit upstairs in the living room and try not to move a muscle lest I begin overheating. And tonight I will no doubt toss and turn, bitterly resentful of ever degree above… well, no specific temperature, because I would surely complain about the chill in the air if it were cooler tonight than I’ve come to expect.
But I did my run, had my fruit and coffee breakfast, then more coffee at a long cafe meeting, sketched a sermon approach, and am drowsily reading a book for review (instead of grinding out more words on my overdue essay).