Today someone put one of those home-flyers on my doorknob. When I first saw it, I thought–I kid you not–oh, someone left me cookies. Instead of chocolate chip or peanut butter, I got news about local business, much of it having to do with roof repair and carpet cleaning. I don’t know why I expected cookies, but it was like the old MacDowell Colony habit of receiving a picnic basket with lunch inside. Often, there was a cookie. I began to imagine a friend who would drop off cookies just for no reason. A terrific business named,say, Cookies on Wheels. I guess the cold has me wishing for a care basket. The cat that visits is completely curled up, dreaming of salmon, perhaps.