I hate the funk

The funk you get in when you've had a bad weekend and there's no one there to be your rock, your shoulder to cry on. Your husband and best friend is half a world away and you miss him so terribly, but there's no way to reach him. You can't hear his voice or feel his arms around you. You feel so utterly alone that you feel physically sick and achy. Plus you're not in your own home, there's no high speed and no way to upload pictures!!

Ok, rant over. I hope the rest of my trip is better. Right now I just want to go home. Details of the weekend from you know where later on. I need to get back to bed.

If you're reading out there in Ukraine...I love you, baby. Come home soon!