maybe this is heaven

I choose this bagel, which I can see has sesame, poppy and possibly other seeds. John is no more sure when I ask him what I’m getting. “Uh…a lot of seeds,” he says. It’s very good. I detect some rosemary.

The radio is playing John Mayer’s “Say”, which is just as repetitive as “Born In The U.S.A.” but 1/1000th as irritating. (I’m dodging lightning, but I swear that’s the only Springsteen song I don’t enjoy.) As a nice segue, my friend Maggie recently pointed me to this excellent Mayer cover of Bruce’s “I’m On Fire,” which has singlehandedly increased the joy in my life by 14 percent.