Sunday reflections

Aware that my elderly yoga mat leaves a small trail of purple crumbs on the gym floor I have purchased another. I’ll keep the old one in the flat and the new one in the car which should encourage me to undertake daily practice. Or should that be practise.
Pronouns have been on my mind this morning. Extraordinary item on the radio about a priest who realised he had not been technically baptised because the officiant had used the “we” syntax instead of the “I” one. The knock-on effect of this was that all the marriages and so on said priest had undertaken were deemed null and void. This brings back memories of endless debates when I was a lay leader in the SEC on the topic of lay presidency and the absolute imperative never to say “I”. What amused was that the radio presenter reframed the situation as an example of theological contact tracing. This just before I read in the ST about the debacle of the English (and Welsh) NHS covid app.
Subsequently an excellent Pilates session with delightful idiosyncratic instructor. I think my attempts at press ups are having a positive effect.
I could not resist the temptation to enter a LinkedIn debate on the topic of presenteeism, made more visible, at last, by the current situation. Not something the public sector liked to talk about, where, of course, it was rife.
The blip is the balcony view just after sunrise when the light, albeit not direct sunshine, can be extraordinary. A good territorial context for Sunday musings.