Clear skies before daybreak, so I ran my miles, and this time again felt that the whole operation was going more smoothly. As it turns out, it was — my best pace since before my ankle turn. Maybe the plateau isn’t so flat after all. Coffee, fruit, shower, decaf, Morning Prayer, coffee, toast, and now I’ll see about conquering either Sunday’s sermon or the last paragraph(s) that the editors requested for The Last Essay.