Evidence

I'm engaged in an ongoing, but admittedly half-hearted, effort to keep my waistband from expanding to the point where I need to buy new troosers. To that end, I've been avoiding sweets at work; however, this morning I was jonesing for a muffin. It was great and, so long as it remains a special treat rather than a habit, I should be ok. Perhaps I'll call it a celebration. After all, the French appear to have saved the world by picking someone/anyone other than Le Pen. We already have enough xenophobic nut cases in power positions, and are already too close to the tipping point.