Home, where my music's playing...

It is here.  The post-visiting-home-funk.  

It sneaks up on me every time we return from Oregon.

It usually sets in about 1 day before we leave, actually.

There was no time for that this trip, what with the wedding, and prepping 2 kids for travel, and 4 connecting flights from Eugene to Richmond.  There was work to be done.

So, here it is. A week later. The funk has arrived.

Blech.

Fortunately there is this, 

and this,

to make the funk go away.