Today I’ll be heading back to my hometown so you will have to drive to work on your own. I get to sleep in for a little longer. Still I get up when the alarm clock goes off because that’s what I do. I squeeze toothpaste onto our toothbrushes. We take turns doing this every …

The sky is darkening and it’s not even mid-morning yet. Looks like rain, you say. Best hurry and get home. Did you take the laundry in? I don’t remember. We hustle. We get in just before it pours. We race to the balcony and start grabbing at hangers and hung clothes. The new laundry rack …

There. That’s the last box. Everything’s in the new place. It looks like a battle zone, with unopened boxes everywhere, pots and pans sharing the same space as books and dumbbells. But we’re finally done. The move is over. Hurrah! Of course, now we have the next few days of unpacking and putting everything in …

It’s going to rain. We can hear the rumble in the clouds. The trees are swaying, a rustling orchestra. Leaves tumble and roll over our balcony floor. It’s like a scene from a Western, minus the dust (our cleaner came by yesterday). You are sitting on the floor, in front of your computer. You select, …

Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up. It’s morning. It’s Sunday, you reply. Let me sleep in. We have breakfast to get. Aren’t you hungry? Let’s get out of bed. It’s Sunday, you say. I’ll be hungry later. Let me sleep in. We have a movie to catch, I say. The tickets are paid for. Let’s get dressed …