Arrival Time--1:40 a.m.
My cell phone went off in the deep hours of night, playing the hopped-up version of the Dies Irae from Mozart's Requiem that indicates a text message.
It was from Snowman.
Just got in will call tomorrow let dad know
It was 1:40 a.m. That was a long bus ride. I hope they let the kids sleep in, though I'm doubtful that will happen. Snowman's community service job is setting up the chairs for band four mornings a week at 7:30, and this is his day.
I'm relieved he is there safely. And, hey! It only took 21 hours and ten minutes. (Left our house at 4:30 a.m. yesterday to get the bus to Beantown Airport.)
Glad he made it safely!
Posted by: Teri | Tuesday, January 08, 2008 at 09:45 AM
Hooray!
He is young...they can manage with lots less sleep. I remember that vaguely...
Posted by: Mary Beth | Tuesday, January 08, 2008 at 10:05 AM
Whew!
Posted by: Cheesehead | Tuesday, January 08, 2008 at 01:52 PM
Coming in ridiculously late to this, I'm just glad that you and he both survived the ordeal...suspect his survival was in no doubt, but proud of you for lack of total freak out!
Hugs xxx
Posted by: Kathryn | Tuesday, January 08, 2008 at 02:52 PM
praise be...
Posted by: revrosa | Tuesday, January 08, 2008 at 06:16 PM
I am so glad that he got there safe! The younger you are...the less sleep you need.
Posted by: Mindy | Tuesday, January 08, 2008 at 06:38 PM
Hurrah! It'll be a good travel story for him.
Posted by: Susan | Tuesday, January 08, 2008 at 08:33 PM