a Return to Normalcy of Sorts

for the love of routines

I spent an hour in the kitchen this afternoon cutting up fruit, making individual salads, and double checking there was a sufficient amount of homemade salad dressing, yogurt, and almonds. Protein is an important part of this process as well, so I pull two grilled chicken breasts out of the freezer.

Now happily ensconced in the fridge are two round containers with layers of blueberries, blackberries, strawberries, and pineapple. And three square containers with layers of vegetables: butter lettuce, broccoli slaw, shredded carrots, cucumbers, and fresh, Amish tomatoes.

The lunch box that’s been stored in the closet across from the pantry finally was brought into the light. And was staged, along with a thermos, on the kitchen island.

For only the third time since March 2020, JB is teaching an in-person class. And not just a single class. Or a jaunt into a mostly empty office to fulfil the new requirement to be in the office twice a pay period.

This is a two-week, in person class full of folks. And while he is only teaching an individual session here and there, he is mentoring newer instructors which means he’s been asked to be in the office as many days as possible.

Just as I am restless for a return to our old routines, I think he is as well.

And so we go into a Sunday evening with the old being new again. And I can’t wait.