A week away, picked up some new hot weather shirts for Brazil. Hot weather, political turmoil and Zika … again, what could possibly go wrong?

Concrete and gray skies, high school on a Friday night.

The Mrs. and I snuck out for a little breakfast, nice light filtering into The Grill.

Seamless on concrete, as monotonous as it sounds.

More from the new pavement than a track rubbering in.

Steel beams and corrugated panels to keep you dry.

The morning light hits my oak tree now just as I sit for breakfast. I miss that branch.