This is, what, five six big days in a row online? The battle-hardened heroes at Exact have identified an Albanian IP address that seems to want to shut me down. You may ask yourself, Why bother? What on earth would motivate anyone to block a site that gets about twenty-five hits a day (maybe more, I haven’t been checking) (Ouch, I just checked, and it’s closer to just twenty hits a day.)? Such is the nature of human perversity.
Yesterday’s funeral went smoothly. The contingent of bikers probably raised some eyebrows on Park Road, but friends show up to honour their friends, and I think we can safely predict that our deceased brother will not make a habit of drawing his colleagues to more funerals.
Now, to settle a wedding sermon for Saturday and a regular Sunday sermon for the Transfiguration (transferred) at St Helen’s. I’m hav ing a greeat time working on my academic essays; retirement beckons, when I can spend as much time reading and writing as I want, on my own timetable. More than a year away, but glimmering on the horizon!
I did time myself this morning, for another very average run. My legs were stiff, but not unwilling. I’m cooling down with fruit and coffee, then will clean up and go to Morning Prayer. Time will tell whether we go to R&R this morning; the suspense is unbearable.