Morning run came in at a time much closer to what I’d become accustomed to — still not near my previous plateau pace, but a big step in the right direction. Then I made myself a hot breakfast while Margaret prepared to go to Headington for a visit, while I showered, dressed, said Morning Prayer and oversaw the ladies.
I left to meet Margaret at noon (so, an hour-long bus excursion) where we looked at our first ever prospective new home. That is: The first time we ever had a choice of home, such that we might say, ‘No, smells musty and damp, would require total renovation, and too close to nearby truck traffic’ or ‘Oh, how splendid! Yes, we’ll have it!’ We anticipate spending the rest of our lives (deo volente) in our new digs, so we want to be confident that the place we choose will suit our evening, sunset, and twilight years. Today’s candidate was located perfectly and was affordable, but it also would have needed a total renovation, and Margaret wasn’t comfortable with whether the dogs would like it. I’m not ruling it out, but we’re going to continue looking at other houses in the area.