Yesterday I had toast for breakfast, with a little butter, of course. It was nice and crisp. Neither good for me, nor bad. Just nice. This morning I had toast for breakfast, with a little butter, of course; except today I added honey…and cinnamon…and sugar. It was so good; my favorite way to eat toast. I couldn’t dawdle or the honey would run through my fingers and down my sleeve, but I enjoyed every minute! Life should be like that – enjoyed before it runs through your fingers and down your sleeve.