The only item on my timetable for today is a pastoral visit to a retired priest in our parish (which ordinarily takes upwards of two hours, sometimes more, since he abounds in story-telling). Apart from that I’m swatting emails when they fly too close to me, and working on a sermon for Wednesday’s funeral.
I ran this morning, not a bad time, but it dislodged my first exceptional run from the rolling average, so the average crept upward more than this particular run will have warranted (now I’m at 20:17, with an overall average since I started timing myself at 20:48). I’m a little nettled that my competitive streak is obtruding on the experience; that’s why I stopped counting in the first place, after all. If it turns out that I can’t time myself without being driven by the clock, I’ll just stop again, or perhaps time only one day a week, or something. Coffee and fruit, shower and dress, Morning Prayer, another cup of coffee but at R&R with Margaret, then home to prepare for home communion.