Here is what I did to occupy myself:
Watched a lot of TV and
Now I know smugly happy 20 somethings gushing about how much they love their boyfriend is nauseating and certainly doesn't make for interesting writing, but when I heard the front door open and his sing song voice call out "salut" my stomach did a double flip and I nearly tripped over myself running to great him. The best part of him going away to these science conferences is him coming back again.
Gushing has stopped. I'm off to Paris sans beau this Monday, so i'm sure I'll come back full of plenty piss and vinegar and will have stopped all this silly love business.