Riding the night bus

I’m writing this post on a bus and this is definitely a first for me. Not riding a bus, no. The writing part I mean.

I’ve ridden this bus (complete with wi-fi and dumb movie) plenty. I have an almost Pavlovian response to this bus because it takes me to Boston, to the airport, to adventure.

This particular bus ride is the first leg of a road trip to Toronto with my sister. We’re setting off from her place tomorrow morning. I suppose, since I’m blogging daily, you’re coming too.

The driver has turned off the lights. The movie’s just started. The moon’s following us. Let’s ride.