Post-Holiday Blues

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving -- one of the best ever. My brother Nathan and his wife Michele came, along with their little guy.

We ate food,

read books,

went on long walks,

and threw frisbees and footballs and basketballs in the warmer weather.

We built a fire in the fireplace in our apartment.

We played games, stayed up late, woke up early (baby in the house), and had a very truly lovely holiday.

This morning, Nathan and Michele packed up. They took leftover food. They took the picture books. They took the board games. And they took the little guy.

And now we are sitting around feeling sad about going back to work tomorrow, and leaving here soon. And moving and changing.

No fair. I want to start the holiday over again.