I will be meeting my first-years four times (as usual) this term, and I have conveniently — if intensely — arranged for all the meetings to take place on Friday. That’s along with the New Testament seminar up at Keble, and my parish duty to check messages in the morning and afternoon, and the commute to and from Oxford which can vary in duration from about twenty-five minutes to almost two hours (in bad, Friday afternoon traffic). So if I look or sound frazzled on Fridays, or Thursdays or Saturdays as well, I have a reason. Plus, I’m preaching Sunday and we hold our annual Wedding Workshop tomorrow.
Didn’t run this morning, but walked the whole way. I started out running, but my body rebelled. No part of me, not joints, muscles, bones, or lungs, was willing to pick up my pace even to a gentle jog. Coffee, fruit, finishing marking, dressed, Morning Prayer, then off to my tutes.