I am a creature of habit.  So much so, that my kids and friends know where I am every minute of the day.  Each night, between 6:00 and 7:00 PM, dinner.  Same three meals  over and over again — if I’m cooking.   Same restaurants where I order the same meal.  Between 7:30 and 8:30 PM, I show up at the Y, where I’m greeted with big, friendly hellos from the young, hungry staff.  You see, I usually have some of my freshly baked cake in hand.  “FREDDE!!!!!!” Wendy and David yell from behind their tall desks where they’re doing their YMCA duties.  On the way home from the Y, I might make a quick stop at the market to drop off another piece of cake for my friend Kent, who bags groceries.  Then home for a swim. (more…)