It’s 3:30 PM and I’m sitting in a decked out hotel with the faint roar of a Boston street behind me.

Someone was silly enough today to call in assorted threats to the building I was working in, and now I’m out of work early because we were all requested to leave the premises.

When I finish this post I’m off to the gym and then to Legal Sea Food for some fish. After that I’m trying to meet up with my cousin for some drinks on the town.

It’s a different city than the last time I visited. I had to work here a few weeks ago and every day I was here the rain poured and the sun hid. By the weekend things turned around, but by the weekend I was already far away from the naturally gray and structured neighborhood known as Boston’s financial district. Today though, the sky is open, the sun is out, and the gray buildings now have tinted hints of color. It’s amazing how I am happy this week, yet I was so disappointed weeks ago – just because I couldn’t find the sun in the sky.