At long last, we have a Team Rector, one who (conveniently) already knows her way around the parish. Although the rectory isn’t quite ready, so that she won’t be moving in just yet, she’s been instituted, inducted, and installed into the real, actual and corporeal possession of the parish churches of Abingdon St. Helen, Abingdon St. Michael & All Angels, and Abingdon St. Nicolas with all the rights and responsibilities belonging to them. God save the King, &c.
This morning dawned lovely and light and chilly, and I ran an exactly average two miles. Then I made coffee and a hot breakfast, showered and dressed, Morning Prayer, public office hours at R&R, and will be off to the weekly staff meeting in a few minutes. It’s still clear (though we’re warned of rain in the evening); nobody is tearing down 10 Downing Street, or assigning the Royal Air Force to bomb vessels in international waters or the British Army to shoot down civilians here at home; and there will be a steady hand at the parish rudder. ’Twould be pleasant if we were fully staffed, but in this day and age I take my blessings where I can.