Slept deeply last night, had a cool (unseasonably warm) run, but was interrupted at the end when Margaret texted from Maine that she had bent the wires of her glasses and was worried about getting them fixed during her already-tight timetable. Run concluded at a strong overall pace (excluding time for texting back); enjoying my coffee, about to cook a hot breakfast, Morning Prayer, I’ll come home to work on homilies and (heaven permitting) my summer essay, staff meeting, then prep for tonight’s Circle of Love session, then home to collapse in a heap. Good thing this is only a part-time job.