Strategically perched on the sofa, Clayton Theodore waits for the first signs of movement from the breakfast table. Soon we are out the door to walk Tony to the tram.
His routine is now set. We must watch the tram come…
 …and we must watch the tram go.

 Now the morning walk can proceed. To the vineyards we go. UNO City to the East.

 Cloudy skies to the West.

 Grapes are readying themselves for harvest.

 Even the thistle is getting in on the game.

 But now it is time to go.  Until tomorrow.