Snug.

July 3, Merrimac.

The routines are flowing back and it feels so comforting, simple, the way things should be, what size the pictures to be to be put on the blog, what writing format the daily blog entries, something that had become automatic but with which I was struggling when I first came back, unexpectedly lost in my own world, my fingers uncertain and confused, struggling to regain what they didn't understand they lost, and suddenly it all came back, tasks flowing blindly through the keyboard, simple as one, two, three, I'm riding my bike again and it feels so good. 
We are all children craving routines, safe, snug and tight in our world, what we know, what we know to expect, our well-worn blankets against the infringing chaos of what we also know is the world beyond that fine bubble.