Routine
Another week over at work, and the bus arrives right on schedule. Home inside of an hour, prepare supper for those that want it (or happen to be present). Settle down to spend an ordinary evening around the house, with an “early to bed” to bookend the “early to rise”. Routine.
Not the stuff of action movies, or even a good book. Just regular days for regular people. If I was infused with energy, I could loudly practice one of the instruments, or learn to juggle with the remaining three tangerines on the kitchen counter, or even teach the dog to do something interesting. Did I mention that she graduated from school this week. Belated congratulations, even if she doesn’t expect any. A good piece of whatever we happen to be eating will do “just fine”.
I did eat some cookies while sitting on the bus. That was something different. And I didn’t get wet walking home. Another subtle difference. Mark this day on the calendar, folks.
