Bright and early, I set out to procure bagels.
The Asylum believes frozen mini-bagels are bagels.
They are not.
They are an insult to lox.
Not the best in the area, but the best I can obtain without involving Uber.
And, several hours later.
We had a very good brunch.
I suppose the next brunch will be Mother’s Day.
In the meantime, I try to enjoy every bagel.
Because nobody is promised tomorrow.
Or another bagel.