May I recommend the luscious comment on “cookies?”   Please read.

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.