I was worried about cookies.
Cookies.
I'd lost an old recipe this holiday season, and I was running late with my usual seasonal treats; once I got home, I put my phone on the charger and immersed myself in the kitchen for several hours. Hours, it turned out, during which all hell broke loose in the northern part of our small state; hours during which one of our own Delaware people had the gun of a madman pointed and fired; hours of mayhem and panic and worst of all, the loss of our state trooper.
