I have been urged to take another recovery day rather than rush back to work, so I didn’t run this morning, had a lie-in instead and am modulating very slo-o-o-o-o-wly into daytime life. Coffee, banana, toast; I’ll shower and dress, have a pot of yogurt and a second cup of coffee, and maybe read a while (neighbouring-parish cleric Fergus Butler-Gallie’s memoir of his curacy years, Touching Cloth).