Last night we agreed we’d go grocery shopping today. And visit my elderly mother. Early this morning before resolving to quit the downy lair an idea struck me as a further refinement of the project. We could combine our grocery mission with breakfast at a local beanery. It had been weeks since we had exercised our summer tradition of going to the golf club for breakfast in the Village of Appleton overlooking the Mississippi River. Now that the clubhouse was closed for the season, the opportunity presented itself to re-enact the erstwhile weekend custom at a new venue.