This morning at 5AM, the air was frigid and the sky still dark. But the boyf and I packed up the car and off we drove. We arrived at the airport in 12 minutes. Traffic is, apparently non-existent in Boston at such a god awful hour. We followed signs towards departures, stopped at terminal C. I kissed the boyf goodbye and drove home to get ready for work.

Tonight, and for the next 3 days, he is here:

Meanwhile, I’m here. On the couch. With my laptop and iPad.

I thought I’d be jealous of his ski vacation with the guys. I suppose I still am, but I forgot how lovely having alone time with my gadgets can be. Plus, I have a lot of DVR to catch up on.