I had a bit of an Olympic moment this morning, as I needed to get from the 8:00 at St Helen’s to vest and be ready for the 9:30 at St Michael and All Angels. Of course, I had run my morning miles, and at a pace I was pleased with; coffee and fruit, showered and dressed in time to get to St Helen’s. And after a service conducted with reverence and no undue dallying, I took off and packed my vestments, hurried to St Michael’s, and arrived in plenty of time to vest again and celebrate the Mass there.
Then home, to feed the dogs their lunch, and to let my mind go gently slack and even to doze for a bit.