34,000 feet.

Despite all that is going on in Boston, I made it to the airport and am officially en route to Chicago and to my baby-free weekend. And, oh wow. I forgot how easy it is to travel sans kid and to only be responsible for myself! Even this sardine-like airplane seat feels roomy and luxurious without a wriggly lap child.

Aaaaaaand here comes the drink cart... my weekend starts now! Enjoy yours.