My morning run was made less unpleasant by a very light rain — more than mist, less than proper rain — cooling the air and the runner. Then Morning Prayer (at home, not at church, cos it’s August), coffee and fruit, and a morning working on my current essay, with brief intervals indulging Margaret’s fascination for Veronicah short videos. Day by day, word by word, slowly I turn [this miscellany of ideas into an actual coherent essay].