Woke up this morning after a long night’s sleep (for me) and took the sensible step of walking my two miles (with intermittent jogs) before I returned home in time to bid Margaret farewell as she hurried to an early bus to get to her teaching at St Stephen’s House. Coffee, fruit, cleaning up, heading in to Morning Prayer (surprising Gwen, who had envisioned me in my bed of illness and suffering for a much longer interval), and (having discovered a problem before my shower) I arranged to deliver a power adapter and charging cable to Christ Church before a colleague ran out of battery power. Turned right around and came back to Abingdon, where I rested gently and awaited the return of the conquering heroic lecturer.
Margaret asked me how I felt, and it actually took me a second or two to realise that yesterday I had felt like death warmed over at this time. I was amazed to notice that, bruised left shoulder apart, I actually felt very fine, very fine indeed. Well done, vaccinations, and well done, immune system.