The Croissant

The Chocolate Croissants have to stop. Each morning I make the 5 minute trek across town and over the stone bridge to the bakery to pick up the fresh baguette. Stepping across the ancient stone threshold into the artisan bakery is like stepping back into your mothers womb. Unfortunately, that's where all the wholesome goodness of the moment stops, with the shelves dripping with beautiful pastries and unimaginable goodies. I leave with the baguette unceremoniously gripped in one hand and three chocolate croissants neatly wrapped in a paper bag and carried carefully in the other hand. On the 4 minute trek home I notice that the sun is shinning and the birds are singing.
The breakfast begins with  scrambled eggs, sliced fresh tomatoes, cheese and ham placed on pieces of baguette.   The coffee is being brewed up at this point and it is ready for the moment of ultimate culinary pairing; fresh  coffee with a chocolate croissant so fresh that it is still warm  (please  pause for a moment to hear the angles sing).
In reaching for the croissants I notice that the bag is completely soaked through with the butter that is used in the making of this fine pastry but push that thought to the side and ease out this fine trophy.  Biting into it is like biting into a cloud stuffed with sunshine and, with the hot coffee, transcends all earthly concerns (pause, as angels sing again).
These moments have there downside of course and, after consuming this high-fat pastry, my resting heart rate drops from 72 beats per minute to 59 and I cease to be effective as a father and husband. To remedy this, I now have to double up on the espressos which of course, leads to all kinds of undesirable side effects (see progress report one). Now I can start my day not knowing what to do but knowing that something must be done..... right now.