Month: June 2025

I have for a long time been proud of the fact that I haven’t broken the screen on any of my successive phones, for fifteen or more years — until this morning. Technically, I didn’t break it; my iPad, which fell onto the phone, broke the screen. But I won’t try to didge accountability, since I put the phone onto the iPad, and set the alalrm that made the phone vibrate and move, which led it to all off the bureau, which (in moving and vibrating) induced the tablet to slide off the table and fall onto the phone, corner pointed down, so as break the glass and strategically to disable the front camera (hence also FaceID).

No run this morning — I woke up early enough to squeeze one in, but I hadn’t planned to take one and it felt imprudent to change plans on the spot — but packing the last few items to prepare for the Sodality of Mary’s annual retreat. I hope to have time to nap between prayers and talks, perhaps even to sit and read without interruption (from outside or from internal failure to focus). I do appreciate train travel, so that’s a welcome diversion, and I’ll still have to be thinking about a Pentecost sermon. Good weather today, anyway.

Good, comfortable run this morning — the way it ought to be. Coffee and fruit, Morning Prayer at home, clean up, fine-tune the sermon over coffee and toast, then up to St Nic’s for Mattins. This afternoon I’ll pack for the retreat. (Whoops! — Thanks to blogging this, I realised that I should forward my rail details to Margaret — but I don’t see any, such that I suspect the online booking didn’t go through. Must check.)

Update: Good thjing I thought of this, because Southeastern Rail sent my ticket confirmation and itinerary to an entirely unpredictable email address, which only became clear after a long-ish phone conversation first with Great Western Rail, then Southeastern. All sorted, all’s well that ends well.

Then Margaret asked about my sermon, which I opened and sent to her, but which (I noticed) needed massive editing, which I wouldn’t have noticed had she not asked about it.

That kind of morning.