So now that I've told this long story about Ron forgetting his sticks, I will point out why I find the whole thing ironic:
Ron never makes this kind of mistake.
I always make this kind of mistake.
Ever since Cinder Bridge started playing out, I've been afraid that I would forget some key piece of equipment. It's a danger every time something happens to cause a break in the routine. (Which is actually what happened with Ron. He put the bag 'o' sticks somewhere else to keep his cats from getting into it, then didn't take it because it wasn't in the usual place.) This hasn't happened to me yet, partially because my fear has made me vigilant, but mostly because there's a severe lack of storage space at my house, making it necessary for Ron to stow and haul most of our stuff. He has a lot more to keep track of than I do.
So, I kind of feel like Ron took a bullet that was meant for me. Thanks, Ron. That's one more I owe you.