1. We get up early to watch the half marathon runners go by. They're on the last two miles. Some of them look as if they're out for a stroll; others are running on determination alone. We see vest numbers in high 1,000s, and guess at numbers that way. It's fascinating to see all the different styles of running -- feet out this way, arms out that way. Head high, head forward. Eyes ahead or drawn to our clapping.
2. Nick's mother sends him back with a small pile of lacy handkerchiefs -- surplus her requirements, but not to mine.
3. I am called back from storyland by a plate with some biscuits on it.