There is definitely something about having someone to come home to after work that makes the day much more enjoyable.
Unfortunately, every few months I spend the last three or four days of an emjoyable week dreading and then the better part of two weeks feeling alone. I'm where I want to be this time and I'm working where I want to work (and I still owe everyone a post about it, - soon, I swear!) so there's no reason for me to be outright angsty about it.

*AGHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Okay, I'm done. I'm alotted one of these kinds of posts every once in a while, aren't I?