His day started pretty much the same as any other day. He roused himself from a deep sleep around 7am, sat up, took his pills and checked his blood sugar. Quietly, he pulled on his pajama bottoms and tip toes out of the bedroom, making his way downstairs to the family room. He opened his computer and powered up and flicked on the television and clicked the remote until he landed on the all news channel. He checked his blog comments and scrolled through Facebook, then played a game or two of solitaire on his laptop. His wife arose - sleeping-in a bit because she was on holidays - stepped to the kitchen and made them a wonderful breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and bagels. Neither was aware of the sense of foreboding that was building. Or the five or six boding, for that matter. After breakfast, he cleaned up the dishes from breakfast and dinner the night before, emptied the dishwasher and then told his wife, "I'm going to take my shower." Unheard by either o