You're down in the basement on a Saturday afternoon, the light coming in gray through the small window near the ceiling. The furnace has been running most of the morning, that first real cold snap of the year pushing in. You pull the filter out to check it and it stops halfway, caught a little in the slot. It's gray, almost felted, and you can't see through it when you hold it up to the window light. You hadn't meant to let it go this long. You set it on top of the furnace and go upstairs for the new one, already thinking about getting it in before dinner.