Here we are again...
Well, it seems we've reached that magic hour once again.

I had muffins today. It's odd the things that can perk up your day. I was a little down, not about anything in particular, just because it was Wednesday, I was awake before noon, and I was at work. Then, magically, a huge tray of muffins appears in the kitchen. Poppyseed, blueberry, banana nut. It was like a little piece of heaven made its way into my office and stayed for the rest of the day. I had perhaps five muffins, one poppyseed and four blueberry. I avoid banana nut muffins, as I prefer my banana nut in bread format.

It occurs to me that perhaps this might seem trite to some, but I find that it's little things, like enough mini muffins for an army, and cherry tarts besides, that provide the most pleasure. Think about it. A cool gin and tonic, with the obligatory twist of lime, after a long day of work, skipping a day at the gym or on the bike or what have you, just that tiny joy in the face of an otherwise normal day surrounded by the depravity of achievement.

So let us toast our muffins and gin, and to hell with the overachievers. The husband of a friend of a friend once said, and it holds true no matter how big an ignoramus he might be, "Life is the death of spontenaity."

I've always been fond of that.