The first boss of my career pegged me a creature of habit. It wasn't a bad thing, he was referring to my daily breakfast ritual. My shift at the public health clinic was 7:00a.m to 5:00p.m., Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. Wednesdays were an entirely different day of ritual that included the $1 matinee at the mall.
About that breakfast. Back then it was a time when even the monstrous food chains could go beyond the policy book for the sake of customer service. Not one for traditional brekkie, I'd walk in at 6:30 on my way to work and they'd have my cheeseburger and coffee ready for me, with another coffee to go at 6:55. Couldn't do that today.
Now I've added a lunchtime ritual to my habit. On days that I don't cover Gracee's lunchtime "out," my routine includes a walk to a nearby park along Vancouver's working waterfront.
Twenty minutes to walk there, twenty to eat, knit and/or read, and twenty minutes back. Yes, I am a creature of habit. On this particular day I happened to have my camera. About two minutes into the knitting I heard the snort of a harbour seal. Grabbed the camera, shot in the general direction of the bowling ball head, and look what I found:
Two bowling balls, ten pin and five pin, mom and babe. I wonder what thier routine involves? Catching fish? Swimming by the beach to watch humans?
Life's a Stitch 
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