It doesn't take a PR person to know that after a big event, there's the inevitable big letdown. I call it the post-partum of event planning. I don't at all mean this nonchalantly toward parenthood; I'm aware that true post-partum is real, and serious, and nothing to joke around about.
At any rate -- and I'm fully aware that only girls will get this -- tonight, after my last event from the past few months' full of events, I was overdue for a good cry. So what was on TV when I finally found my hotel? Only the saddest episodes of "Grey's Anatomy" and "Private Practice" EVER. Sigh. But they worked. I bawled like a baby. I'm hoping I got it out of my system, but should probably stock up on Kleenex in case another episode presents itself.
For now, I'll just bask in the Busy Event Season afterglow, and prepare for all the physical and emotional tasks that are still to come. At least the ones I know about. :-)