Dear John,I’m leaving you. But only for the weekend. I’ve got my camera and journal on hand so I’ll be able to show you every last little thing.It’s no secret I need my space. Amazing the Producer overnighter holds everything, isn’t it? I packed that anywhere-anytime Rachel Pally dress and doll-anything-up Susan Hanover jewelery travel set and had plenty of room for my toiletry bag (yep, splurged on Eve Lom to-gos) filled with toothbrush, nontoxic wipes, mini tissues, and By Terry’s versatile Baume de Rose.Don’t bother calling — I won’t be able to hear the phone with my headphones on. Don’t try to write — though, if they offer Gogo inflight Internet or if I pick up a signal with the handy GoldLantern WiFinder, I’ll try to drop you a line.And don’t think this is easy for me. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep. But T Spheres massage balls and the incredibly tiny Grilliput will do the trick.Do think of me often. If you need a visual, picture me in shades and a new Shimmi suit, lounging on my Distant spa wrap/towel with Bananagrams and sunscreen by my side, engrossed in a summer book (or a giant Kindle), like the smart and funny Beowulf on the Beach; It tome Brooklyn; or maybe Foreign Tongue, that breezy escapist fantasy (apropos, no?).You see why I had to make a getaway, don’t you?Fret not. I’ll make it quick.Like it? Gotta have it? Enter for a chance to win just about everything we’ve written about. Get packing!