After Seth and I are done in the shower we head downstairs and share breakfast together. It's a hearty breakfast—protein, carbohydrates, and fruit. The coffee tastes better than usual. The wind is howling madly outside, trees bending under its furious gusts. I bet it will rain before the end of the day. I hope it does.
I watch as Seth does the dishes; he washes them by hand like I do despite having a dishwasher. Jeremy and I have—had?—a perfectly functioning dishwasher and yet I'd always do them by hand. I can clean and put away a sink full of dishes in less time than it takes a dishwasher to clean them. Additionally, washing dishes by hand is simply a chore I find relaxing.
"Would you mind helping me dry?" Seth asks.
I station myself next to him, grabbing the towel next to the dish
