Getting on the road

I headed off to Washington this morning, leaving my wonderful husband for the summer. We've done this before and it's always the same. We have a very romantic evening the night before followed by a loving farewell. Actually, I made that up. We never have a romantc evening right before a move. It is always a frantic nightmare. Followed by a bleary eyed and somewhat desperate goodbye hug. Romantic isn't the word I'd use for it.