It’s time to take my shower, pack the rest of my things and go to dinner with my huzzie. I know I sound like an uber-sap, but I will miss him while I’m gone. But I look forward to reigniting my creative juices.

I’m not jazzed about the plane though. At least, as of right now, I get a seat between me and my next row-mate. Hopefully he/she doesn’t snore, and doesn’t wake me up when I do.