This morning, I got up at five, I couldn't sleep, I'd fretted about this and I'd fretted about that. The night had played its cruel trick of turning all the good things in my life into bad things, and it was all what-ifs, and yeah-buts, and what-abouts swirling around in my mind. I crept out of the house so as not to wake Susie, putting on a winter coat because the temperature had dropped and it was sleeting outside.