FEBRUARY

Time has become nebulous. I’m very rarely aware of the day of the week or time of day. I’ve taken to just lying in bed with my tits out, sleeping in two-hour chunks. Periodically, someone brings me the baby. It seems to be a different Brady Lady each time—my cousins are all too squeamish about seeing my boobs to enter the bedroom.

My family is here because Walt works all the time. He was supposed to be able to get a few weeks off, but his ...