I think the worst part of taking a long weekend or vacation is going back to work. It almost makes work worse when you go away for a while. That’s why I usually hate Sundays. It often means thinking about the laundry list of things I have to do on Monday, sending Jes off to Charlotte, and making sure I go to sleep at a reasonable time. Yesterday was no different, except I had to fly all of Sunday afternoon/evening to come home to my doggie and a messy house. I need one more day.