A year has passed already. I'm still not sure where I should go, the tavern we used to go to isn't here. I hadn't thought this far when I decided to move. Where am I meant to go for our drinks?
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to begin with, the routine isn't the same as it has been in the past. I can start by preparing bath, laying out my clothes and making certain that they are clean and pressed, remove any cat hair. I'll need to make time to cut my hair, it's become an uneven mess. Trim the facial hair. I'll have to find his cup and wash it, polish and make sure there are no cracks.
The day comes every year and yet I continue to be surprised when it arrives. Every year I tell myself that I'll prepare sooner, but never do. The day is forgotten until it arrives.
At least I've not forgotten it entirely, not yet. I don't remember why I made this promise, but I'll keep it. I always dread this day, but it can't be ignored. It's turned into a strange tradition that I'll have to upkeep.
* Bathe and cut hair
* Lay out clothing
* Find and wash the cup
* Find a place to drink and eat
* Prancing Pony?
* Mess Hall?
* Thirsty Boar?
* Ask neighbours for suggestions
