In the evenings, he watched the news, half-listening as the anchor droned on about another stormfront sweeping through New England. The forecast had warned of heavy snowfall tonight, but Allan had prepared like he always did.
Firewood was stacked by the hearth, extra blankets folded on the couch, and the cupboards filled with enough food to last a week. With everything in order, he made his way upstairs, relishing the thought of an early night.