Not me, my husband. I helped him pack last night, and have been running back and forth from the store because I keep thinking of things he should take. When I went to the bank today I told the teller about it and was ambushed by a sudden wave of longing to go as well. Maybe someday (God willing!) I’ll get to go again. I’m going to have to keep busy while he’s gone to keep the blues away. Of course, I’ve been forbidden to do any renovations this time (the last trip he went on a trip without me–two weeks to Brazil–I had a Popeye moment and tore the kitchen out!). He’ll only be gone ten days this time, but that’s still enough time to tear into something! Stay tuned, lol.