I’m clearing email and other small obligations today in the run-up to our godson Nick’s wedding next weekend. I was to lead a preaching workshop later, but the enrolment was small, and there were mix-ups on the administrative side, so that block of time went by the boards. I received the tutorial essay I’ll discuss tomorrow, so I’ll mark and comment on that. And I have the pesky ‘Candlemas’ cover blurb to write for the parish newsletter.
That’s a day’s worth in these parts.
Oh, I forgot: I ran this morning, at mostly the same pace as yesterday. And I found, buried in the data from the series of one-minute ‘force training’ workouts, the time of a sort of über-workout that was the run, so I entered that in my spreadsheet. Still more like treacle than mercury, but at least I’m doing it. The morning fog looked striking in the light of my headlamp.