>I currently lead a very cushy life. June is an example.

Husband has a business trip to Italy. First up is a conference in Florence, followed up by a few meetings in Milan, capped off by a conference in Rome. I used 100,000 frequent flier miles to book my ticket, and I can't wait to go with him. I am hoping that he'll even have some time to join me for gelato and art. While he's working, I will seek relics. (The obsession with supposed random parts of martyrs has not lessened since my trip to Italy with Dr. P and Dr. H last May.) I have never been to Milan before, and I am excited to see The Last Supper before it completely rots off the wall. In Rome, I plan to hit up the Villa Borghese (highly recommended by a friend) and spend time in the Jewish ghetto, which Jews were restricted to well into the 1800s. Florence will entail hiking up a big hill to see San Miniato al Monte, as well as finally going into the synagogue, as opposed to staring at it through the gates. Husband's conference in Florence actually encourages attendees to bring a partner, so I think I am going on some sort of tour from that. All this excitement will take place from June 6-16. Tycho the giant pet rabbit will vacation at his country estate (i.e. - my in-laws' home) while we are gone.

My beloved friend Dr. P is moving to Florida on June 17. She is driving down from her parents' place in Connecticut, and will pick me up along the way. Yes, that's right: the day after I get back from Italy, I'm off on a roadtrip with Dr. P. On the way down, we will stop in Atlanta and meet up with Eddie, who was one of the first people I befriended through blogging. We have never met before, so I am especially excited. On the other hand, while I am looking forward to the time I get to spend with Dr. P, it will be bittersweet. I will miss her terribly once she is settled in Florida.

I figure I'll get back from Florida on the 20th. As far as I remember, that is the same day as my delightful godson's first birthday. (Disclaimer: I never remember dates, so this is very likely close, but not necessarily correct.) On June 23rd, Alex is having a birthday bash for him, so Husband and I shall load up our PT Cruiser, Fred the Red, and motor up for the weekend.

Last but certainly not the least, the following weekend involves my family and fried banana and peanut butter sandwiches. That means Graceland, a place my mom has wanted to visit for years.

During the 15 days that I will be in New York, I am also supposed to complete a big portion of a consulting project I am working on. It would also be nice if I can get some writing published, but I'm not holding my breath. This is going to be very interesting. Certainly there will be lots to blog about.