My morning run successfully avoided the rain that had been falling and the rain that is to come, and on the whole it felt pretty good — various joints and muscles were stiff and reluctant, but in the way they often are when you’ve been getting good exercise. But when I checked my timer, I had run even slower than either of the last two days (though really, they’re all very close). It would dishearten me if I forgot my mantra, that the point is doing it, not setting new personal bests every week. Coffee, fruit, shower, Morning Prayer, public office hours at R&R, probably a mild pass through Waitrose to restock vegan Magnums for the Empress of my heart. Write, write, write (all for parish purposes, nothing academic at the moment).