It’s Sunday morning. Sam is off for a 24 hour duty shift, which means that it’ll be just Bella and me until tomorrow.
I’ve got a pot of water on to boil because the air is so dry in our home. Everything has a billion little static sparks, we’re all zapping each other, our hair looks like we’re on perma-electrocute. It’s the combo of dry El Paso and then the heater running so often.