Sneakers, jeans, t-shirt...bag...and then down to breakfast. It felt so familiar a routine Linda barely thought about it.
Jon was by the stove, making up scrambled eggs and toast. "Hurry up, sweetie," he said. "I have a busy day ahead of me and we need to get a move on."
I never made eggs on a weekday, Linda thought, then frowned. Where had that thought come from?
She quickly ate breakfast, not wanting to get Jon mad.