When is ‘light rain’ not light rain? This morning I set out on my run — determined not to miss two days in a row — in the midst of misty showers, on the Weather app’s promise that the showers would be ending soon, and would remain quiescent for about twenty minutes thereafter, the perfect interval for my run. The app did not, however, warn that before the showers ended, they would gather their forces to bestow a full-on rain, which meant that the first half of my run was pursued under raining skies, soaking my running gear and adding a kilogram or so to my weight. Nonetheless, I finished my run in a slightly better than average time, had a cup of coffee, finished various tasks preparatory to the day, cleaned up, packed my vestments for a service at St Nic’s, and headed to St Helen’s and the parish centre for tasks there. Now I’m ensconced in Java (R&R is full) and will in a few minutes cross the street to St Nic’s. After Communion I will hustle to the Parish Centre again, where Dr Adam will lead a Faith Forum on ‘Prayer’, and then we both will trundle home and collapse in exhausted heaps.