Upon reflection, I recognize that ritual occupies much of what I emphatically refer to my as 'my life'. Rituals don't quite qualify as habits because they hardly achieve the mindless replicability of the habitual. They seem more mindful, somehow. They might have once been a choice, even an aspired-to skill, but over time, they evolved into something approaching the One Best Way, and from there began to consume portions of my free will. Slip over here for more ...