Yesterday was so cold, I closed the blinds to conserve heat in the house. Then I retired to the lower level and turned on the small room heater. No trips outside of home, not even the mailbox for me! Today is not much different, ice-cube cold temperature, blinds still hanging low, heater humming. Howard was running the recyclables to the street… would he pretty-please bring in the mail from yesterday? Just the normal handful of mail, most of which is tossed back into the recycle bin. Standing alone from everyday unsolicited mail and advertisements was a thinnish brown paper package, held together with brown tape, addressed in a fine, elegant penmanship to Mrs. Sharon Furner.