You remind me of home

The bus pulls in too early in the morning. It's still dark when we cross the bridge out of the old town. Further wheels turn towards the outskirts of Edinburgh. It drops us off at a new resting place, and so begins many months of inner rest, recovery.

So we download an entire season of some TV show neither of us much likes and begin the alternating napping schedule. Many teas and lazy afternoons ahead.

What we call vacation.

Trash talking Toronto

...and with that he heads home.