The Met Office suggested that there’d be a brief window of no rain, or just drizzle, so I ran my short route — closer to a mile and a half than two miles — in what turned out to be consistent light rain. Curiously, the temperature is warmer outdoors than indoors (we haven’t turned our heat on yet, out of Yankee stubbornness). When I opened the front door on return, it felt as if I’d stepped into a refrigeration unit.
Coffee, fruit, shortly to shower and head to Morning Prayer.
Margaret arrived yesterday, safe and exhausted. She napped in the late morning and afternoon, and retired early last night (about ten hours ago and going strong). The dogs were ecstatic, and have been inseparable from her. They yap at her, which they typically do not with me (I’m the grouchy mean one), but it’s out of the canine version of love.