I had it bad last week. I had just experienced the world’s fastest weekend in Cairns, Australia, white water rafting, climbing, zip lining, and sailing to the Great Barrier Reef. When I got home I felt, well, a little deflated. All that adrenaline-pumping activity… then nothing. I realized I had the post-travel blues. I probably get this more than I’d like to admit, even when I am relieved to be back home, sleeping in my own bed, waking up to my schnuggly bunny (yes, I am 6). I felt so irritable (my poor husband), I had to do something. Here’s what worked: