Ran my morning miles at a good pace — better than an old plateau, not at peak level but plenty good enough considering my recent suspension of efforts. Coffee and fruit, shower, Morning Prayer, coffee and toast, tackling email and then heading to town, for Mike to trim my beard for a special occasion at Oriel.
Then home to bang away at Sunday’s sermon and to continue battling off the swarms of emails, and — if successful in so doing — maybe have a wee rest.