from dust beautiful things

For many, many years I was married to a man who worked the equivalent of a "9 to 5" job. The fact that it was more like 7.30 to 4 was largely irrelevant. He left the house at the same time each day, and got home at the same time. His job was the kind that almost never interrupted "after hours" and created a steady rhythm of life that really worked amazingly well during our ch…