spending the whole day in my hotel—room service, swimming, hot tub, more room service.

i even hit their little gym to try and work off that ridiculous sundae from last night. progress? questionable. worth it? absolutely.

tomorrow’s going to be rough—up stupid early to catch my flight. might not even bother going to bed tonight.

funny enough, i won’t actually get to see madam tomorrow. i’ll land, crash in another hotel for the night, and then she’s picking me up wednesday to take me to our new place.

well, temporary place. her new home won’t be ready until late summer—she’s having tons of renovations done. for now, we’re staying in a small condo.

but honestly? i don’t care if it’s a palace or a cardboard box. i’d sleep anywhere, as long as i’m with madam.

i can’t wait to see her.