Routine

Things are moving along nicely, in our relentless pursuit of routine. Which is not a good thing in itself.

We've signed up to our first home (leased, nevertheless). Joint bank accounts. Phone lines. Adjacent numbers, even. Lounging about with mutual friends. Date nights (we actually watched Date Night). Breakfast in the favourite places. A Sunday afternoon spent swimming and reading. Very long conversations, face-to-face. Our first piano. Tussles over whether the handkerchiefs need folding or pressing.

And, I never knew she loved walking as much as I did. Well, there was always the car.

I am liking the looks of this thing they call married life.