August 24, 2023

I am typing this to you from my bathtub. I can hear the cicadas outside my bathroom window—the hallmark of an Oklahoma summer, if there ever was one. It is 8 o’clock on a Friday night, and David just got home from a job. He came to our room to say hello. I was laying in bed, on top of the covers, because I smelled like a kid who just came in from recess…