| It was about 1:43 in the afternoon when my IPhone alerted me of a text message. I remember the time because I glanced at the clock on my computer as I absently reached into my purse and took out my phone. I saw the text was from my husband. It simply read, “Do you want to play hooky?” I remember being surprised that he had written to me in the middle of the work day. He usually worked long hours and often didn’t come home until six or seven in the evening. When he was working he was so focused I sometimes wondered if he remembered he was married until he was ready to come home. The last few weeks he and I had been working especially hard, and I had to admit I had been neglecting him in the bedroom. In fact I had been so stressed and exhausted at work that I had turned him away for probably ten days. I knew he was getting a little frustrated, but I would make it up to him. I had proudly told him I was mailing the grant application first thing in the morni...
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