Woke up late this morning – 6:40 – and felt as if the day was already under way and I was late out the gate. So quickly got the dogs their breakfast and then got mine, remembering to sit down to eat it. Several people asked me last night how I was doing with Tatjana gone and I said, it’s unbearable. She makes me sit down to eat. I told my friend L that I am sitting down to eat and she laughed and said she hasn’t sat down to eat in years. She has a job like mine plus three children – she eats standing at the counter like me. How many meals do Americans eat like that – standing at the kitchen counter? It’s quite absurd if you think about it. Today is 22 days and counting before T comes home for a quickie – a much needed in-between trip to bridge the time she is away. I was thinking today why I love her and her way of life was top of mind. She has her coffee routine in the morning to which she has added pouring my glass of water and making my tea. She has her big meal at lunch, to which she has added making me sit down to eat my lunch. She has her coffee and chocolates after her nap – to which she has added bringing up coffee and a treat to me in my office in the afternoon. I was telling R&A about these little things she does for me and R said he wanted to build a bridge to his house so she could do them for him too. She has lovely and lyrical routines and she has added me to them. I have become part of her routine. And she mine. I miss her dreadfully. T minus 22 days and I’m counting.