They get in the spaceship-car. A full schedule of safety checks delays their takeoff. Finally, several measured sun-tilts latter, they get the go to turn the ignition... the exhaust  tube  smokes... and propulsion begins. Hope they have enough  air  in there to complete their mission. And who brought the lunch?     La routine quotidienne me plaisait maintenant, car je savais que, bientôt, je devrais prendre une décision.