Early the next morning, I wake before Mack does, which has become the pattern of our days. Before he used to be the early riser, and now it’s me because I like to go sit in the garden while the sun is still rising so I can soak up the tranquility I love so much about Winter Lake. He jokes that I’ve made him lazy, wanting to spend more time in bed than out of it, and the thought, as it always does, puts a smile on my face as I head downstairs in a pair of sweats and one of his t-shirts that ...