Coincidentally, (or not) this is also Reason #72 for Why Blogging Sometimes Stretches Daily Chores Out An Extra Half Hour.
Loosely related is this:
the sight of which caused The Mister to ask if I was photographing eggs today. “Nope,” I said. “They’re on the counter arranged like that because Svejk (the pug) knocked over the pail when it was on the floor, during the mad rush of supper prep, so all I could manage was to carefully pick it up as it was and stash it on the counter out of his reach. Good question, though,” I said. “I did just photograph this here log.”