I feel mostly all right — my right wrist may be sprained, but the scrapes and bruises are just scrapes and bruises — but no, I shan’t run today. Hot breakfast, shower, on my way to Morning Prayer; midweek Communion, then Chapter Meeting, then I’ll come home and work on my homily for Ascension Day, perhaps nap a bit. Margaret is keen for me to skip one or two of the meetings, but my overwhelming sense of duty is converging with not-so-bad outcome of yesterday’s tumble.