I had every intention of getting up early this morning, driving to Hopewell for breakfast at Aunty Chubby’s. Afterwards, I planned on either walking around town or the Aunt Molly Trail with my camera. However, I was up late last night binge-watching episodes of Messiah. I had that series on my watchlist but hadn’t watched it until it started trending on Netflix. I woke up tired and didn’t have the motivation to get dressed. I told Bhavna that the feelings I have when I am greeted and served at Aunty Chubby’s reminds me of when I would visit my grandmother in Bequia. Mom always got us on the early morning ferry, a hand-built sailing vessel called the Friendship Rose, which often meant that her young boys were ready to eat upon arrival at Port Elizabeth. We would ride to LaPompe, stopping at one of the restaurants/rum shops/convenience stores to eat. I reminisced with Bhavna that because the island was so small, most of the owners were my mom’s family, second and third cousins. Being at Aunt Chubby’s feels like that. Around 11 AM, Bhavna came downstairs, and we chatted for a bit while I binge-watched my way to a show-hole. She suggested we get out of the house for brunch at Aunty Chubby’s. I misunderstood her, thinking she meant that we included our kids, and I started watching another show, which she took to mean that I wasn’t interested and let me watch shows until almost 1:30 PM before asking me if I was still interested in going. We didn’t leave the house until 2 PM, but fortunately, Aunt Chubb’s is open until 3 PM on Sunday.