I had to be somewhere today, so I left the house while he was still in bed. I don’t know if he showered and walked to work on time or if he was late. Without me here announcing the time every five minute, I have my suspicions. I know for certain that he hated having to walk to work. He doesn’t dislike walking. He hates the feeling of sweat trickling down his skin. It’s too creepy crawly for his comfort.