Another long day, and we start getting ready for bed at around 8:00 pm. Katie's in the shower already.
The bathroom steams up, the mirrors fog over; a podcast plays on her phone, detailing the debate over nuclear winter that went down in the 80s, and I climb into the shower after her like I'm climbing out of a well.
"Can we just put on robes and drink wine when were done in here?" she asks wearily.