There is nothing in particular to celebrate today. Nevertheless, I feel as though I have had a good week. It's been the usual mix of yoga and words, work and socialising.
I spent Sunday afternoon with my mum, where we sat for several hours putting the world to rights. I don't know where she gets her energy! On Monday, my back made a peculiar clunking sound as I was working with a particularly glorious spinal rotation, so I popped along to see Brian, my osteopath. He was able to reassure me that I just needed realigning - a task he was happy to perform. He also released my piriformis while he was at it. I hadn't realised it was tight, but my goodness: I could tell he'd done something. I'm now skipping about like a two-year-old. On Wednesday, I had a multi-chai meeting with my writing buddy Elaine, which was great fun as always. One day we will get around to acting on all the literary plans we make.
And that's about it. Just time to tell you that tomorrow morning I'm off to my first hot yoga session in the appropriately named village of Scaldwell.
Celebrate the Small Things is a blog hop. Visit Lexa's Blog for the rules, and then post every Friday
about something you're grateful for that week. Originated by VikLit) and co-hosted by L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Tonja Drecker @ Kidbits Blog.