Yesterday morning I walked and jogged to give my knees a break. Hot breakfast, and then spent much of the day working on an image of Clement of Alexandria for holy card purposes. I have the feeling that I committed a chunk of the day to some other purpose, but nothing comes to mind.
This morning I ran for time, improving over other recent runs. Fruit and coffee, shower, coffee and toast, off to Trinity Day Parish Eucharist at St Michael’s. I stayed around for a baptism after the Eucharist — a lovely service, with reinforcements from a half dozen couples and children who went through Birthing Classes together. Then, at last, I came home to relax with Margaret. A much-appreciated rest.