New 2022

We arrived back home yesterday morning a bit before noon, and spent the rest of the day re-acquainting ourselves with Flora and Minke, dozing and napping, and sending out word of our safe return. We loved seeing our deeply loved family and friends after two years away from the US, but it’s not home for…

Chris Locke, 1947–2021

Chris Locke died yesterday afternoon. He’d been living with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease for a long time, an especially long time considering how scary the diagnosis was when he first got it. For the last couple of weeks he’d been in hospice care; for the last week, those of his friends who knew were checking…

A Week Later

I gave myself Sunday morning off running (not quite hung over, but undeniably somewhat groggy), but it’s been two miles a day since then. This was the last week of teaching in one of the degree pathways at St Stephen’s House, so I’ll be a bit less frantic beginning next week. And it’s the beginning…

Michaelmas Half Term

Two miles yesterday, in clear 1° air, on dear Margaret’s birthday, and two more this morning in 0° weather. Someone is mocking me. Hot breakfast yesterday, Rick’s today. Time to clean the house for tomorrow’s big birthday bash for my sweetheart.

Wednesday of Fourth

I started exercising about five years ago. I was thinking about two things: My father’s pulmonary fibrosis (and my own shallow breathing), and my mother’s multiple sclerosis. I started by skipping rope, reasoning that this would address both concerns. The aerobic exercise got me breathing more deeply, and the jumping provided a daily check on…

Friday of Third

Ouch, that’s a long interval of neglect. I ran two miles each of the first five mornings, gave myself yesterday morning off cos I was out late, and ran a mile this morning in the rain. I kept to my usual fruit breakfasts on Monday and Tuesday, but indulged in a hot breakfast yesterday (again,…