I’m in Toronto now. I didn’t sleep much in the plane, only pretended, but I don’t feel that tired. It will probably kick in when I least want it. There is nothing to do in this airport. My flight isn’t until 10:30, so I still have a long wait. I’ve already eaten a small breakfast. There was food on the flight, but it fit airplane food stereotypes.

I’m trying to find a book, but the bookstores here are small. I don’t even know if it is out yet, but it would have been nicely traditional to have it. It’s the sequel to the great book I had last time I took a caribbean vacation, and it is supposed to come out this month. That said, if I spend time reading, something is seriously wrong with the vacation.

I’m debating spending any time in Toronto on the way back. There is a flight I could possibly catch. I couldn’t reserve it because it’s departing too close to my arrival time from another country. But if I did make it, then I wouldn’t have to expensively overnight here. I could instead spend Sunday recovering. There isn’t that much in Toronto that I want to see. Oh well, I’ll decide when I get back.

Now it’s either sleep or read for the next three hours.