when time stands still

there are moments in life when time stands still.
first kiss,
saying i love you for the first time,
getting engaged,
frightening experiences,
boring classes,
and the list could go on and on.
today is one of those days and not in a good way.
i wish i could say that tristan and i had a romantic date night,
'today was a fairytale' sort of thing,
that time stood still and it was a picturesque moment.
but no.
after practically two weeks without tristan today is the day he comes home!
and it is dragging.
i woke up at six o'clock in the morning.
i pulled equipment and met the installers.
i took care of paperwork and finished work for the week.
i went running and did an ab workout.
i cleaned every inch of this apartment.
i did all of my laundry.
i made a new recipe- berry cheesecake muffins, delicious :)
i met my installer because one of his jobs changed equipment so i gave him new equipment.
i got showered and dressed, hair done and make up done for the first time in weeks.
at that point it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.
and i had already done EVERYTHING that i could possibly think to do around here.
tristan wasn't due home until around eight o'clock at night.
so i watched greys anatomy, a recent addiction.
you see, tristan hates greys anatomy meaning it was a tv show i could watch without him.
ideal.
four episodes later not only is tristan not home but he hasn't even started heading home yet.
two more hours of time to kill, any suggestions?