New Hamphire rues the day

So, it's over.  All costumes, lights, excitement building has been put away for another year, and all that's left are memories for now.  The week after Burning Man was very slow, and sad, and a complete come-down, so what else was there to do, but head to New Hampshire to hang with the family, around trees, and lakes and a lovely balcony overlooking more trees.

So, I decided to hang on Sunday with the family, and planned a dual brunch in the country and in the city.  However, plans can sometimes take a turn for the other, and so it was, that everyone, including me, was feeling a bit in a hibernation-kinda mood, and as Chinua Achebe would say, "things fell apart".

Technically, I had a brunch, but in reality, I had breakfast with my big brother, and that was that.
Therefore, we will have to squeeze in another brunch before the experiment is out , to ensure that 52 brunches in 52 weeks, means what it says.  This ain't no 51 brunches, ya dig?

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