Now that I’ve figured out how to make it, I’ll be making batches to give away. The only glass jars around here are pickle jars that still smell pickley after washing. IKEA had the perfect ones. And yes, since I was there, I got some little plates, napkins, a rug, a chopping board, some tongs - so two hours of my shopping day are gone.

Pictures later. Now where’s that brown shirt?

An early morning (too early it turns out) trip to IKEA, a breakfast there to kill the 30 minutes before the store part opened, and the list is getting smaller. On the way to the car, there was a large, reddish splotch on the garage floor with feathers here and there. I had to stop.

A seagull seeking shelter from the cold, only to collide with an SUV in a hurry? A sacrificial chicken? All answers come, it seems, if you wait. As we neared the exit, what should bob into view but a pigeon.