For the last couple weeks, I had been trying to tell my brother the weather was going to change. He told me to take a hot shower and my bones would quit aching, and it had nothing to do with the weather. I just laughed and walked away. He had been trying to find the time to get a new furnace installed, but he thought he had at least another month. I could tell by the way I was feeling that another month was too long to wait for the new furnace. We were in for a bout of bad weather long before the end of the month. I expected we would be having snow and freezing rain in the next two weeks. He just looked at me and rolled his eyes. He reminded me that the weather forecast was calling for nothing lower than fifty-five degrees in the next ten days. I shrugged and told him to keep thinking that as I headed home for that long hot shower. Two weeks later, he was rushing around trying to convince the HVAC company that they needed to get the furnace installed as soon as possible. I walked over to see if he needed any help. I took off my snow-covered jacket as I walked into the house and hung it in the mudroom. He told me that if I was there to gloat, I could go back home. I told him it had nothing to do with gloating, but everything to do with watching the right weather channel. He told me the furnace was being installed the next day.