Traveling is a blast. Even the first day home is great. You sleep in your own bed again, you put your toothbrush back in it's little toothbrush holder. But the second day back! Horrors! You find a suitcase crammed with dirty clothes and an inbox full of email.

Joel and I coined a term awhile back. It's "postcardem depression". That's the bum feeling of arriving home from your trip before your postcards do. I've got a heavy case of postcardem depression.