It reminded me of Lockdown days again. Two days of (roughly) ten hours a day sitting at a screen, holding high-stakes remote meetings — stiff from sitting still for long stretches, not having time/weather to run in the mornings, eyes glazed from screen-staring, mind numb from the comprehensive restraints: if you want important decisions made wisely, you must not think this cultivates an effective human institution.
In recovery mode, I ran this morning in dry, mild-for-December temps; my pace reflects my relatively inert start to the week (after a whirlwind weekend). Coffee and hot breakfast, a follow-up cup of decaf, and in a while I’ll clean up and go to Morning Prayer. I’ll have a meeting with the Rector, then the Chapter Meeting, then come home and maybe even take a nap (and dream of the next step of The Last Essay). It pleases and relieves me to re-enter (New Yorker:reënter) incarnate life.