I know it’s just Tuesday afternoon, but with the heat and our weariness it feels like Friday morning. Yesterday morning I ran a good pace, especially considering the heat and humidity; then coffee and fruit, shower, Morning Prayer, and home for coffee and toast. From then to lunchtime we were writing/rewriting flat out, printing, and otherwise getting ready for our presentation.
The talk went well, as far as we can tell. It was a good-sized interfaith group; everyone understood that we spoke as Christian theologians rather than trying to steamroll all the different traditions into one Universal mash. Some people were excited, some were patient and positive, and I’m sure some were frustrated — at the very least, because of the heat (again). We had a round at the Lamb and Flag with one of the organisers, where we waved to Fergus Butler-Gallie and William Allen (a former student of ours). Then a conference dinner where we were seated entirely surrounded by Sikhs, under whose protection we were solemnly assured that we now fell (apparently even after the conference, so don’t threaten our well-being). We slumped home and fell asleep as fast as conditions permitted.
This morning I walked my miles, and even that was sweltering. Coffee, fruit, shower, Morning Prayer, coffee and toast, and a recuperative day (insofar as the heat will permit).