The little, warm bun is one of those small, good things. That and a hot cup of coffee on the laboratory bench make up my morning ritual at work. I heat the bun in the lab microwave for 25 seconds – too much and it gets mushy (ah, if we only had an oven). I had to ride an extra ten minutes to get this morning’s bun. The usual 7-11 had sold out, something truly odd, which I couldn’t help seeing as some kind of omen. Alas, I’ll have ten less minutes to peel off the little whirls of cinammon-flavored pastry. Am I unduly upset? It’s true that I hate to hurry. I am determined not to let my anger ruin it, though.