One Thing is For Sure. I Like My Buns Nice and Toasty.

I am at a local bakery and I am looking at the bread. And it hits me.

Bread is a metaphor for life.

Bread is a metaphor for our bodies.

Bread is a metaphor for what happens to our bodies as gravity takes its sad toll, yes.

Bread is a metaphor for my bum.

Note: I suppose that is why smaller versions of bread products are referred to as buns, although it is not quite clear as to what came first: The Bun or The Other Bun.

Regardless.

There are young, perky buns. Ah, yesterday.

There are soft, round, dimpled buns.

There are long, pointy, torpedo buns. Be careful. You could poke your eye out with that thing.

And then, there is my bum. Gravity, indeed.

I think I need a sandwich.

Heck, yes!