Two days later I'm still depressed that it's all over. I explained to Mrs. Rouftop over lunch:
Imagine you just got the last bag of potato chips in the world. And you have to eat it as fast as you can because there's a hole in the bag that will cause the chips to "spoil" (ha ha). Then when you've finished it, there are no more chips. Anywhere. Ever again.
And you still crave just one more damn chip.
That's how I feel.