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I made it back pretty easily yesterday--only about 45 minutes later than scheduled. Which, frankly is pretty good since it was snowing in Detroit. My dear husband and a good friend picked me up at the airport and whisked me off to the Ale Asylum for a beer with the crew and then some tacos at our favorite taqueria, Tex Tubb's Taco Palace. It was great to see everyone and really be welcomed home after a long time away. Our friend's in Madison are great. :)

This morning, I find myself in the post-travel-pre-return-to-work blues. Combine that with the Sunday blues, and it makes it hard to want to face the day. Back in grad school, my best bud Catherine and I always got the Sunday blues, that sad feeling in the pit of your stomach that comes with the realization that tomorrow morning you have to get up early, get dressed, and go to work to face the same shit you happily left behind you on Friday afternoon. Back then, we'd head to the movies on Sunday night to extend the weekend just a little bit longer.

I realize that every job has peaks and valleys, so I am not expecting the Sunday Blues to ever completely vanish--but lately, I get the blues every.damn.week. I am pretty much ready to move on from my current job (for lots of reasons that I won't take time to enumerate) but we are bound here until the end of the semester....and until one of us finds a job elsewhere (or at least another job in Madison). Job prospects don't look at that great for me in this current market, so I am hoping that the dear husband comes through on this one! (no pressure, dear.)

It is the feeling of being completely trapped that gets me down. Instead of triggering the Fight or Flight instinct, being trapped causes me to give up in defeat. It's a good thing I am not a wild animal, or I would have ended up in somebody else's belly long ago. The husband tries his best to be encouraging and help me find ways to shape my current job into something I want, but my boss has different ideas and redirects me back to the tasks and projects I loathe.

Well, I have say here feeling sorry for myself for long enough this morning. My suitcase needs to be unpacked, and we are headed cross country skiing in a little bit. The snow here is lovely today--and it is pretty warm (in the 20s). A few tumbles down a small hill should chase these blues away in no time.