C. arrives tomorrow. We’ve both been counting down to his arrival so today I woke up feeling like a kid on the day before his/her b-day. Then C. calls me and tells me that he’s stuck in bumper to bumper traffic on his way to NYC. He then finds out why there’s so much traffic. Panic sets in and we’re both freaking out. What if his flight is canceled? What if we have to wait another day? Or, eek, even worse, two or three days? Luckily the situation quickly started to show signs of improvement and the airport is functioning again. I can go back to my countdown. Less than 11 hours to go…

Just one more week until C. comes back. I can’t wait, the last two weeks seemed like two years. Plus TiVo is getting full with all our favorite shows.