This morning at 7:30, after I’d woken and had fed the cats and had made coffee for A. and myself, and had brought A.’s coffee to her in bed, and had kissed her once on the forehead, I left the apartment and walked a few blocks to the subway and, having waited only a minute or two on the platform, boarded the first train to arrive, and rode it into Manhattan, where I disembarked at the stop that I wanted and climbed the stairs to street level and started along the sidewalk toward the Church of St. Vincent Ferrer, for the 8 a.m. Mass.