nice buns

this morning i decided to venture up the hill to a coffee shop i'd heard good things about. as i turned out of my building, i heard the strained conversation of two joggers behind me. i moved left to get out of their way and they ran past discussing some unfortunate office incident. this would be a wholly unremarkable experience except that they were both jogging with bread. one had two loaves of wheat. the other, two packages of english muffins.



this picture has nothing to do with the joggers. but isn't my neighborhood lovely? minus the power lines, of course...