9:00 a.m. We’ve piled up the car to stay at my friend’s house in the Hamptons for a week. They’ve moved onto a farm in Vermont. It’s a little stressful packing up the car since we don’t want to make any stops for food or bathroom.
12:30 p.m. Her house is gorgeous. We’re so lucky to be here. I think this level of wealth makes my boyfriend uncomfortable, but he’s not complaining (or he better not).
7:30 p.m. Our daughter is asleep and we’re playing “rich couple.” Drinking nice wine and lighting a fire. I have no issues with this lifestyle.
9:30 p.m. We fuck on the living-room couch, and then I remember my friend has nanny cams everywhere. They’re probably off, right? They must be off. I decide not to worry about it.