One aspect of this day was predictable: Tuesday. Many classes to teach. Early wake up, early everything, followed by a late return. Nothing new there.
On the return end, I paused. City time. A haircut (it’s been seven months since I had one! Jason, my former haircut man, would cringe). A glass of wine...
...dinner with a friend.
An urban dweller’s everyday. A dazzling step out of the ordinary for me.
Afterwards, I drove home to the country, where Ed never even noticed the haircut, but my sweats and red plaid flannel shirt and Isis were waiting. The lovely predictability of home.