The day dawned bright and cold. No snow in sight. Below zero.

But not silent. I heard people talking. But I couldn’t tell if the voices were coming from inside or outside. I was in my bedroom, the windows double pane and weather sealed.

I left the bedroom, in my robe, no sash to tighten. I walked slowly down the hall. I lived alone. As I neared the living room, I thought, Oh, thank God. I’d left the television on.

It was a meteorologist forecasting, for only a moment before addressing the anchorpeople off stage, telling them to get ready for a severe snow storm heading our way.

Our way. My way?