Not that Christmas is over, it was quite wonderful, nor do I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder, but rather that we had to take our daughter to the airport for her flight home this afternoon. Doesn't matter how many times we've done it through the years it never gets any easier and I always end up crying. We had a great visit, talk, watch movies, eat, open presents, talk. Though it seemed like a good long visit it still ended too quickly, wish she were retired too (Ha, ha). I know her cat will be glad to see her home.
We'll be going up to see her for Easter so I'll just have to start counting days again.