Audio: [We Always Do the Same Thing](https://drive.google.com/file/d/1uZCgD0SJwp7TTXojeydrvTj2WH6PsWxV/view?usp=drivesdk) Every weekday looks almost identical for us. I wake up at 6:30, hit snooze once, then get up for real. I make coffee, toast some bread, and stand by the kitchen window while it’s still quiet outside. By seven, I’m in the car, stuck at the same red light, listening to the same morning radio show. I park in the same spot near the office and buy the same coffee from the café on the corner. The barista already knows my order, so we barely talk. At work, I sit at the same desk, answer emails, go to the ten o’clock meeting, and eat lunch at my desk around twelve thirty. I usually bring something from home. After work, I stop by the grocery store, buy whatever we’re missing, and get home around six. Dinner, a bit of TV, bed by eleven. That’s how it goes. We almost never change it. Last Thursday was different. I was halfway to the office when my phone buzzed. The office had a power problem, and everyone was told to work from home. I turned the car around and felt strange, like I was skipping something important. At home, I made another coffee and sat on the couch instead of at my desk. I worked, but slower. At lunch, I cooked pasta instead of eating leftovers. In the afternoon, I took a short walk, which I never do on weekdays. The next day, everything went back to normal, but that one day stayed with me.