Just to learn me not to be smug, came home and couldn't find the pouffy hat I'd been wearing. Returned today and there it was, of course. Then went to local cafe, had pastry and chai, went out into sleet, and couldn't locate my other glove. Rummaged through everything, then went home making a note to stop by the dollar store and get another pair. Of course again, once back from visiting the aunt, glove emerged from the depths of the backpack.
Bro says mystery salter was son of Prof of Islamic studies. 'But why would R be out salting your sidewalk?' 'Because his dad told him to.' 'But why would he put so much?' 'Because he's a teenaged boy.' 'But why would they be salting *your* sidewalk?' (given that s-i-l has been feuding with them for two years.) 'Because I occasionally shovel his walk.' Yes well, so do I, and they don't return the favour for *me*: but in this case, probably a good thing.