Packed. Leaving here first thing tomorrow. 4:30A out the door for a 7A flight. Won't be back until the ending of the month, at which point our Peace Corps volunteer (who is staying here, watching the place, saying farewell to San Francisco) will have left three days earlier for mustering and on to his assignment.

We won't see him again until we see him. He's due back in the States in June 2010. We hope to squeeze a trip in to his host country. Christmas 2009? We'll see.

This will be the longest I've gone without seeing him (by a wide wide wide margin) since he was born twenty-four years ago.

Well, it's the year of the rat and he's a ratkind himself, so the year and his adventure should be good to him.

I tell myself just as well I'll still be away and he won't have me weeping all over him as he leaves, but tomorrow morning will be just as tough.

Bon voyage, mon petit chou.

(Or as Heidi Klum says, "auf Wiedersehen!" smooch smooch)

Love,
Mom

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