Self-isolation, Day Six, being the Sixteenth Sunday after Pentecost

 I find that a lot of my self-isolation period is occupied with planning what I'm going to do when I'm no longer required to self-isolate. Trip to the Cairngorms? All worked out. Plans for daily public worship beginning on Michaelmas? You bet.

Another favorite pastime is trying imagine how I might excusably go out into the world (where, strangely enough, it is persistently sunny). For example, I could surely be allowed to go out to empty my trash in the nearest bin, and then it would be totally understandable if I got turned around on the way back and accidentally walked all the way down to Stockbridge and then down along the Water of Leith and back through Canonmills . . .

OK, maybe not.

Fortunately I'm managing to get work done. I just submitted a bibliographical entry on Anselm -- quite a lot of work for barely 5000 words -- and my proposal for the latest Oxbridge Handguide to Stuff should be ready to go off tomorrow. Then it's on to Scotus on virtue. Music is also coming along.

But I did make a horrifying discovery today: Nando's no longer has mango-lime seasoning for their chicken. It need hardly be said that this is a much bigger deal than Brexit, and I am reevaluating my entire life as a result.