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.)