We picked up the husband last night at the airport. We're all happy he's back and we're all getting sick of this "being away" thing. It also looks like he'll be away for at least another couple of months (Sort of nixes the house idea) after he leaves for work Tuesday.
Several years back he had visions of joining the navy. Thankfully despite his best efforts, that didn't work out. I'm getting sick of only seeing him every other weekend. I can't imagine what longer stretches would be like.
Ah well. Soon he'll be back here and then he won't be going anywhere unless he chooses to and all will be good.