Show me, Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is (Psalm 39.4). This is my ‘Mother’s Day’; the day she passed away (June 30, 1987). 7.30 am: A communion. 8.30 am: I’d a 9.00 am haircutting appointment in town and, thus, time to look-out from the Promenade at the sea ‘and those…

6.00 am: I’d had a poor night’s sleep — waking too often and too early. 6.45 am: A communion: 8.15 am: I’d dozed-off for half-an-hour in the armchair. Afterwards, I caught up on replies from the conference convenor regarding queries that I’d sent yesterday. Presently, most of the snarly-narly, unresolved, and hard to resolve matters of academic life are on…

There’re occasions in life when one oughtn’t even to think about stones, let alone about being the first to throw one. ‘All flesh is grass’ (Isaiah 40.6). Saturday, June 26. 8.30 am: A communion. 9.00 am: My self-reflection extended into the first part of the morning, and informed the spirit of the work. So as to limber-up for a return…

Sometimes, I feel like a 32-bit man in a 64-bit world. Thursday, May 24. 8.00 am: I was engaged in discussions with a representative of Postgraduate Admissions regarding certain anomalies in the decision making process. (The portal has been playing-up, of late.) We start work so much earlier when working from home. 8.15 am: Notifications regarding semester 2 module feedback…

You can’t do everything all of the time. And you shouldn’t do just one thing all of the time, either. Tuesday, June 22. 6.30 am: The morning light: 7.30 am: A communion. 8.00 am: Medical matters were first on the boards: appointments to be arranged; discussions to be had. 8.15 am: On, then, to face those fearfully recalcitrant admin matters…

Into thy hands I myself commend, from henceforth ’til the end. Saturday, June 19. 8.00 am: A communion/ambulation. Forever winnowing, organising, separating the wheat from the chaff, revising opinions, bolstering determinations, and reckoning. I had Parc Natur Penglais to myself this morning. The green trees bestowed solace. The path that lead to home: 9.00 am: Tea #2. Time was ticking…

7.30 am: A communion. The morning walk: In my head were many prior conversations (real and imagined) that’d taken place between friends (present and far-off) along the Promenade and beach between Constitution Hill and the harbour. Some of our exchanges had been either difficult but necessary or stern but supportive, or to which my contribution was that of an active…

Wednesday, June 16. 7.15 am: A communion. 7.45 am: I jump-started the day with an ’emergency/immediate’ copyedit of a short article on my works from The Pictorial Bible series, which will appear in a publication by the Visual Theology organisers. This will accompany The Tyndale Fellowship’s forthcoming conference: For someone who seems to perennially to have his ‘head up his…

7.00 am — 8.00 pm:

Saturday, June 12. 5.00 am: I awoke with the instinct that I would never be able to return to sleep. 6.15 am: Breakfast. A treat: 6.45 am: An ‘in-between weathers’ sort of morning. Neither warm nor cool; tending towards neither rain nor sunshine. On my walk, I took time to observe. And each thing I saw appeared to recall every…