Just as I never deny my tummy a meal, I am very careful to follow the bedtime schedule. 9:00 rolls around, I yawn and take myself upstairs to brush my teeth. Lights out at 10:00. Hardly a variation. Longer daylight hours notwithstanding, which makes me feel like an old fart, you have no idea.
Of course the early to bed has everything to do with the early to rise: we are up at 5:40 to allow Reiner enough time to prepare his breakfast and to get ready for his commute to work. He catches a train to Toronto and it leaves the local station at 7:25.
However! That is about to change this week because Reiner is up north at Noront’s mine camp. He joins some geo-physicists to help interpret their research results.
The camp is about two-thirds of the way between Thunder Bay and James Bay, as the crow flies. Actually, there are very few options to get to the site other than “as the crow flies.” He leaves Toronto tomorrow by charter plane to pick up passengers in Thunder Bay, then by float plane to Nakina and then a helicopter ride to the site. God willing and Mercury Retrograde otherwise preoccupied. Now that’s a commute!
Meanwhile, back at the fort:
- I will enjoy sleeping in. If the cat allows. Oscar is on “Reiner Time”.
- I won’t make the bed. Because, I don’t mind it unmade.
- I’ll leave the dishes until I have a sink-full, which will be Thursday, just in time for his return.
- I’ll continue to conduct my nightly routine in normal fashion. That is, washed and brushed in five minutes, versus the 30 or 45 minutes it takes Reiner to prepare himself for bed. If there is one thing that delays lights out, it’s his fastidious routine.
- And I will miss him like crazy.