Beautiful weather for my Saturday morning run, though the gusty high winds challenged me after my two-day layoff. I remembered, for the first time in ages, that I should be breathing more deeply, not just chest (or throat!) breathing; but my time came in right about average for these days. I have a very hard time running more slowly, even if my legs and breathing suggest that would be a reasonable pace to adopt, but at least I’m no longer possessed by the need to be getting faster every few days.
I gathered with Fr Keith’s family to inter his wife Pamela’s ashes at St Michael’s. With sustained winds in the mid-twenties and gusts into the forties, there was a lot of potential for indecorous mischances in the process, but everything went very smoothly. Fr Keith was cold, so we wrapped him in my cuppa nigra (a sort of heavy wool funeral cloak). His family was very sweet, and I had the satisfaction of working with Ben Tonks, who is on my wavelength about the conduct of ritual.
Now, a sermon for tomorrow…