Yesterday morning — cos I think I didn’t blog yesterday — I jogged heartily, at a pace that surpassed some run times I’ve compiled for my miles, so that was good. I didn’t get ’round to writing anything online because our day was consumed — our days have been consumed — with filling in forms, fretting, communicating with estate agents and financial managers and mortgage brokers relative to our offer on The Perfect House. To that extent, I suppose it’s not entirely perfect, inasmuch as it’s giving us shpilkis waiting to find out if our offer is accepted.
So Margaret spent yesterday with friends, helping with their progeny and catching up with their lives, catching them up with our situation, and I spent part of the day filling in forms, part shopping for groceries, part (I confess) attenuating my anime illiteracy by watching episodes of One Piece, and partly writing being stymied by tomorrow’s sermon. All that time writing not writing yesterday paid off, because I managed to extrude the sermon (short-ish, because we have two lo-o-o-o-ong lessons) this morning before half ten. So for the next couple of days, my main urgent task is fretting about The House and tending parish responsibilities.
Oh, forgot to add — this morning I walked, in stead of jogging or running. My limbs were on work-to-rule industrial action, and wouldn’t extend themselves in aid of a pointless, futile goal. Management will crack down on them tomorrow morning (I hope). Hot breakfast today, coffee (of course), sermon writing (as noted above), more coffee (it’s still before noon), and lunch in a few minutes.