I was just thinking about habits when I saw my husband go outside to have a cigarette. He spends so many minutes every day inhaling that poison, not to mention the stress that builds up until he has his next “fix”. Noticing things like that makes me miss the Collective, where every aspect of the experience was affirming, walking through the neighborhood, looking at gardens, feeling the sun on my shoulders, the first smell of must and flour upon entering the right-side store. The surprise of what was on the menu that day, and discovering, no mater what it was, it was an enjoyable combination.