It’s a cool, breezy evening in early November. I’ve just gotten home from a long, tough day at work, to an empty house. I unlock my front door and step inside. Kicking off my heels, I pad into the kitchen in my stocking feet to get a glass of wine, shedding my briefcase and unbuttoning my blouse along the way. After dropping the blouse on a chair, I wander into the family room to collapse on the couch and watch TV. Before...