Walked my morning miles, coffee (I score 150 on Luke Kornet’s idiosyncratic scale on which Doc Searls scored 225 or so; I equated my use of Aeropress with a sort of inverted French Press) and fruit, cleaned up for Morning Prayer, and will come home to bang my head against the school service homily for tomorrow morning. I’ll see a wedding couple tonight at St Michael’s to go over their plans.
Dave Rogers is planning a house build as we are getting hyped up over moving into a house of our own. This will be the first time Margaret and I have lived in a home we’ve actually deliberated about and chosen, and it’s the one we expect to live in for the rest of our lives. I’m eager to gush about it, but I’d rather not link to the estate agents’ site, and I’d rather not say too much before it’s actually contractually ours. But it does say ‘Sold STC’ on the agents’ page, which is satisfying.