So, a non-timed run this morning (good thing, because my legs were weary after my stretching them out yesterday morning for my timed run), bade Margaret good morning as she made her way to Wolverhampton for a catch-up with the Feeneys, fruit and coffee, cleaned up and went to Morning Prayer, then to my station in the Square at R&R, back to the Parish Centre to check messaages, home to feed the ladies their lunch (and to eat my own), then back to church for the ecumenical World Day of Prayer service (not live from the Cook Islands, but the chain of the day’s prayer begun from the Cook Islands), back to check for afternoon messages, and home at last to feed the ladies again, and to rest my bones.