There are days when you don't want to get up in the morning because you feel sad or depressed or just not like going to work. Then there are days that start out fine but beging to go terribly wrong within hours of awakening. This was one of the latter.

I say "terribly wrong" not because that's the way things ended, but because that's the way I felt when I got to work. I had projects that were behind, had a class to teach during my normal lunch hour, and then I read an email from my long-distance love that made me feel like crying. We're having separation anxiety, both of us, and it's affecting our communication. It's so hard not to feel guilt and disappointment that we can't be together in the same place, and that the separation makes us grumpy, sometimes even with each other. What we really want most is a big hug and a little snuggling, but what ends up happening is that the anxiety takes over and we don't end up talking or we just spend our precious talking time bitching or wishing that we want to be together.

Fortunately, in this case, I feel like the stress opened up communication.