I love the hazy color feel of this one. One of the things I miss most about going vegan is breakfast at diners. (Not that anyone's going to diners as of this typing, but let's reminisce.) There's just no better place to find yourself with not much of a plan. The regulars and their newspapers, the instant check, the nonetheless endless coffee... It's all an invitation to find some grounding, to get "the day started right" or "your life back together" or just "some edible grits".
This page is as much of a mea culpa as we'll ever get from Hanna, where she can only blame her near-disaster of a night on herself.