Saturday is not the day I like to muck about blogging. Nor is Sunday. I like to muck about blogging M through F, like God intended.  But it’s November NaBloPoMo, and I agreed to blog every day the whole month long.

Sometimes, I ask myself, “What were you thinking?”

I think that question is still bouncing out into the universe, like an errant radio wave, and it will be light years before I get the answer.

It’s probably best.

When I’m stumped, I usually go looking for an image. An image about something I’m kind of thinking about. Something that might have been part of my day.

Then my brain wanders off and goes, “Over there! Squee!!”

That’s right. You’re looking at an Over there! Squee!! right now.

The first thing that came to mind when I saw this image was jawbreaker.

You say gobstopper. I say jawbreaker.

Po-tay-to. Po-tah-to.

I looked at those endless rings, and thought about sucking on a jawbreaker as a kid. Sometimes cracking it open with a hammer; trying to count the rings. And always, always whipping it out of my mouth to see what color it was now, and now, and now.

The pleasure of a jawbreaker went on forever. It got smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller, but never seemed to end. And everyone knew you had one, because it looked like you had a golf ball in your cheek.

The photographer called this an abstract colorful tunnel with circles.

I say jawbreaker.

What do you say?