Over the past two years of on again off again quarantines and stay at home orders, Rob and Jill had sort of settled into a nighttime routine. They both had the good fortune of being able to work at home, but Rob was almost always finished an hour before Jill. He would finish up around 330 and head to the garage to do some light exercise, listen to music, or read a book. She would keep plugging away until 430 or sometimes 5, then take over the garage for a more vigorous workout that Rob both admired (from a distance) but wanted no parts of. Jill had always been the more physically fit, having played soccer all through school and into college. Rob was no slouch, but fitness came more naturally to him. He preferred strenuous hikes and kayaking to lifting waits or running in a treadmill.
By the time Jill finished her workout, Rob was typically in the kitchen working on dinner. He had become quite the chef over the course of the pandemic, learning all sorts of new recipes and then adding his own flare. After they ate, Jill would do the dishes while Rob would enjoy a nice bourbon in their patio. When she finished cleaning up, they would retire to their family room to watch TV for an hour or so before heading to bed.