The Routine

Wake up sooner than I would like to. Go to work. Get shit done. Only postpone some of the work. Get home. Gym. Eat too much. Enter husband. Provide each other with accounts of work day. Kill time. Me-tripe mystery I can space out to, pinterest, light candles, wash dishes. Him- video games, chess, reddit, hockey. On somewhat more inspired days I paint, he plays the guitar. Walk? Walk. Househunters? Househunters. Wind down in my separate bed with book.