My joints and limbs declined to run this morning, so I walked and jogged my miles. Once home, I had my morning coffee and fruit, showered, opened up the church for Morning Prayer, meandered to town for public office hours at R&R, answered some emails (painfully slowly, because I am That Way), came home, strolled to St Michael’s for Thursday Low Mass (followed by lunch, but I just brought a can of soda), then home again for the rest of the day to work on sermons and no doubt to send out and to answer more emails.
‘O, philosophers may sing / Of the troubles of a King,
But of pleasures there are many and of worries there are none;
And the culminating pleasure / That we treasure beyond measure
Is the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done!’
If so for a King, presumably much more so for a mere vicar…