Why are the last 45 minutes of a flight always the worst? I can sit on a plane for 5 or 6 hours without a care in the world and then in the final 40 minutes I feel like I am four years old repeating "are we there yet, are we there yet?” Today I have a window seat, which is fine because I have short legs and a strong bladder so I don’t have get up which makes the window good for me because I don’t like to get up and down and up and down for people sitting around me. I also really enjoy looking out the window as the country passes me by. The water is my favourite thing. Crossing the prairies on a sunny day is beautiful as you can watc the sun reflect off all the little rivers down below.

I am looking forward to this trip, and not just because work is paying but because I get to see some of my favourite people, most especially my parents, but that is tomorrow. This afternoon is all about new babies and old friends. Tonight, one of my favourite restaurants with OGB and Fireboy and then a show - the second one this week. But the best part … a hotel room all to myself and no reason to get up in the morning. As soon as I am settled I will be getting a bathrobe and maybe a bottle of wine to truly enjoy my time alone.

I have meetings all weekend but who cares. Tomorrow I will wake up on my own time, have a nice long hot shower and sit in my bathrobe and look out over the city.

Sometimes it is the simple things that make everything else worth doing.

The Single Girl