My morning run had the interesting mathematical property of, being added into the five-day rolling average, being exactly equal to the resulting average. That presumably makes it a profoundly average run, which sounds true to what I experienced. Fruit and coffee, cleaned up, Morning Prayer, then home to care for the ladies while Margaret goes to Ipswich today for a funeral. I’ll do some laundry and go to Waitrose for some groceries, maybe even get some work done toward The Last Essay.