This is the part of the visits that I hate the most. The part where Mom has to get on a plane and fly away again.

No matter how long we have together it never feels like it's long enough. And I suppose that's a good thing. But it doesn't make it any easier.

Add on top of that the end of Christmas, the end of New Years, and facing an eminent return to work... meh... its the post holiday blues in a mega dose.

sigh... I think I shall go take a nap and attempt to get back onto my 3rd shift sleeping pattern once again. It will serve a purpose and also allow me to hide from the quiet sadness that is filling this apartment right now.

DB