Morning miles went more easily this morning. Whatever accounts for the difference between San Diego treadmill and Abingdon pavement, I seem to be adapting to Abingdon again. Yesterday’s services went well, I think, apart from a legendary face-off over who would read the fourth lesson at Lessons and Carols, conducted right at the lectern! Margaret observed that if we lived in an Agatha Christie novel, one of them would be found in the Thames this morning.
Coffee, fruit, Morning Prayer, then office hours at R&R, home for lunch, service at Bridge House, home, and working on my Advent Collects preso for the Sodality on Wednesday…