Weekday mornings after an hour or two of writing I do my exercises while Emma teaches morning kindergarten. Some free weights, Pilates bands, and sit-ups and pushups, about 45 minutes total. I use our little library because the lights are comfortable and the carpet is soft with just enough give. I’d finished the weights and Pilates bands and was working on my second set of fifty-five sit-ups when Emma came into the room.

“You’re home,” I said, surprised. “Is everything okay? What happened?”

“Boiler went out. We tried coats but it was too much. Luckily we were able to get ahold of all the parents and such. Nice and toasty in here, though. Is this a clothing optional reading room? Mind if I join you?” Without waiting for an answer, Emma stripped off her clothes.