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.