I also drank two cups of coffee, the second of which I’d almost finished when a woman who’d been sitting at a table beside mine, watching the television news, and with whom I’d exchanged some pleasantries (about the quality of the breakfast, which we’d agreed was surprisingly good), asked me which direction I was traveling, because the forecast had just been delivered by the weatherman, we’d both seen it and had heard it, and now we could not help but be conscious of the fact that thunderstorms were predicted to the west of the city that we’d stopped in (she on her way to wherever she was going, and me on my way to where I was).