NOT RIGHT WITHOUT: My wife and son are in Florida with my parents. And apparently they're all having a ball. This is great, and it makes me happy to know they're happy, all of 'em. Each of the few times my wife and son have left me for any period of time, I always find myself looking forward to their departure, imagining all the leisure time I'll have in their absence. And usually within 24 to 48 hours I'm miserable, I miss them so much. I look at my son's picture and I almost want to cry. I know this is silly, and I don't cry. But it's like I almost hunger for his return. And my wife? I don't sleep right when she's gone. I sleep, but I don't relax. I fret my way through the night, tossing and turning and kicking her side of the bed hoping to hit something.