This was the last time we had a routine. All the way back then, wearing big black rubber boots and cashmere scarves I can’t even think of wearing in the near future. It was a routine. You could count on it; guaranteed to inch you closer to handsandknees and sleepsixteenhours every time we saw each other.
It’s been a while since we had a routine, and now we just sit together sometimes and don’t know what to say.
I’m not like most people–I’ll admit to loving a good routine.