My brother is in the shower, so I have a few moments before we go to lunch. The weekend had some stale points (the third awful mediocre party we visited on Friday night had me wondering what I actually did on the weekends at Brown in the past, and how I had possibly managed to have fun.
Everyone comments on physical reseblence between my brother and I, and a similarity in mannerism. Baruch observed this as well at Shabbat dinner, but confided in me that we each have our own distinct energies.
We ARE similar

I am pretty proud of that.