Breakfast. Poached eggs with turkey sausage and thin sliced stove top potatoes. Nothing new here. The main difference is that I felt the need to bring the meal to an actual table instead of on our laps or while staring at a computer screen or the television.
I set up the plates and juice at our little table and waited for the resistance. There was a bit of a struggle. Questions like why? What the hell? What's this all about? Do we have to talk?
And honestly, I don't even know why I wanted to eat at the table. I think I just wanted to save my new bedspread from spills. But it was different sitting at that table. If the computers are gone and you face your partner, you do end up talking and even acting differently. P looked uncomfortable like he does at restaurants and had better manners. He looked at me when I was talking, possibly even listening. I realized that there is something to this eating together thing. And I like it.
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