It is my first day off after some trying days. At work the unexpected and tragic happened. At home my son came in to town to see the dentist, had an unexpected gum-graph, then made plans to return to Atlanta to play ball with his friends that evening. I felt like a rat not being there for him and for telling a 22 year old you can't play ball tonight.
Back to the point...I have no breakfast because he ate the two leftover burgers from the BGE. A bagel just won't do after dreaming about the burger.