I've been cranky since I've gotten back here (with the exception of yesterday's news about my upcoming business trip). It started Sunday. I felt impatient, agitated, and just crusty.

Now, crustiness has given way to general melancholy. There is a flurry of activity when I go to Moncton. So much that I usually have to 86 a few items from my to do list (sorry, Sarah).

But once I get back here, unpack, and the silence settles in, I feel like it's Boxing Day, and I have to wait another 355 days for the big day to arrive once again. I find myself thinking it's almost not worth going if I feel like this on my return. It's like I have to start at the beginning again. Those first 2 weeks I was here was really tough. Then I started finding my groove. This weekend, though spectacular, just made me realize what I'm missing out on, y'know? I guess in a few days I'll have settled in, once again, but I just hate feeling so sad. It's just not something I'm accustomed to.

To illustrate my point about all this, guess who's coming to town?
And why am I the only one who remembers this guy from my youth??