I told N that I went to Macy’s and bought a bunch of clothes.
“Go tomorrow, too,” he said. “And buy a bag to fit them all in. And more books! And order yourself a glass of wine to sleep better.”
He keeps sending me photos of Klara because he’s brimming over with the joy of spending time alone with her.
I’m a fantastic wife, too, by the way but he doesn’t blog, so this might seem a bit one-sided.