Being Away

For the second week in a row, I am away from my family and in New York City. I love New York, I really do. But more than I love NYC, I love my family. The phone is not enough for me. And I have two more weeks of travel coming - the entire month of June. I have a pretty sweet deal by many standards - I fly east on the red-eye Sunday nights, and home Fridays on the 6:45 am flight, which gets me home by 10 am. But three days at home isn't enough. Zippy's been sick this week, and that makes things even harder. I feel badly that I'm not there for her, for Burger, for hubby. I feel badly because I'm alone in a small hotel room and have no desire to do anything but go home. I also got sick, and the only thing worse than being away is being sick and being away. So there's my pity party. Poor me. I see you making tiny violins with your fingers, and I don't much appreciate it.