The only thing that could make the CEU Summer School better: a visit from the boy.

He took the flight right after work on Friday, landed at midnight (I picked him up, of course) and then he was off to Rome again afternoon of Sunday in time for another week’s worth of bringing home the bacon. Every day, I’m reminded of how lucky I am to have such a supportive other half. I honestly don’t think I could’ve made it this far sanity-wise without him.