The day began at 5:30 a.m. My wife was awake in our king-sized bed. Her tossing woke me up, too.
She was concerned about the weather reports she was reading.
“This doesn’t look good,” she said.
My wife sometimes thinks the sky is falling when she reads weather reports.
She says an extra prayer for snow days, asks incessantly if I think there will be snow and checks every weather blog she can find.
I’m used to her having a strong reaction to the forecasts.