Before I left for France, I kept insisting that I would be in to work a 10 hour day at the paper today. My boss kept looking at me dubiously and saying “Oh really?” On my last day before leaving, she told me that she’d booked the temp who was sitting in for me through the end of today, and that if I was jetlagged, I should just call.

This morning, at 6am after a rousing mutual welcome home party with Andreas (*cough*), I decided that she was probably right. I sent her an email conceding defeat and went back to bed. When I woke up a few minutes ago, my boss had written back a very sweet email saying no problem, the office has missed me, and is looking forward to having me back tomorrow. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I like my boss. A lot.

I also like my boyfriend. A lot. In a very different way.