D and I went on our first real vacation ever (aside from our engagement trip to Disneyland, which was a different kind of vacation). I totally let the heck go of Real Life and DID NOT STRESS. Seriously. I'm serious. The only time I felt anything close to stress is when I got a little bit of food poisoning and spent five hours puking violently. And you know what? Even THAT didn't put a damper on the trip. Pretty proud of that, because I am an anxiety master. It was a great time with great friends and I tried haggis and drank Drambuie and snuggled with Catherine's giant cat and bouldered some old barracks and I didn't even worry about my cats or my house because my Oxford BFF was on the case. Ok, picture time: Daniel found the Higgs boson We drove from Edinburgh to Ullapool, and then did some aimless driving-and-exploring-wherever in both Northerly and Southish/westerly directions. Speak...