Saaaaaaaa... Back home after a 10 day stay. I knew I'd cry. I knew I'd cry hard. I thought I was prepared enough. But it seems like I cry that much more and longer each time I have to return home after we get to see each other. Twice so far in long, ugly jaunts. I suppose it's a testament to how happy that week was, so I should be grateful - and I am - but that doesn't make the initial snapback to everyday ...