As you read this, I am on my way, by car, on my way back to Ohio.
For one week.
By myself. Without my husband.
But not alone.
You see Cookie has a conference that I must attend as part of my certification process for my new career, so I will be there for a week.
The conference is a four day hoot-n-anny, and it was silly for the husband to take off four days and sit around while I submersed in DNA Genealogy classes.
So while I am by myself, I am not alone. Oh noes!
I sent out feelers to my friends to say "I'm coming back..." and soon found that my dance card is full to overflowing.
This is what I miss about Ohio - our friends.
One never knows how rich you are in friends until you move away. Good friends are precious as rubies. So my meals and evenings are FULL to overflowing. I consider myself very lucky.
So I will not be sitting in a hotel room alone, nor will I be out getting into trouble. Just doing research, meeting with old friends -AND- engorging on midwest cuisine. I should be fat as a hog in week.
On the other hand, the husband will be here, at the house, working on projects. Winter has finally yielded its unyielding icy grip on the mid-Atlantic and the daffodils have finally bloomed. So he has his hands full.
But I will miss him and the pups more than anyone will ever know.
Next Sunday, I will be on the road the road again, coming home.