Happy birthday, Jan!
Wasn't it strange, Linda, for it to be light so late last night? Connor asked to play at the park at 5:30 and I told him we couldn't go (it's literally a block away) because it would be dark soon. My father-in-law looked at me and said, "You do realize it'll be light for another hour and a half or so." I hadn't. I was surprised when it was past seven and there was still light outside!
Cyndi, drive safely! Maybe turn your music up really loud and bop around in your seat a bit?
When we were kids we would go down to Cape May every summer, and at the end of the Garden State Parkway (Cape May is at the southern end of the state, for anyone who doesn't know), we would always count down the mile markers..."Three miles to Cape May, three miles to Cape May!" and then a minute later (or sooner, depending on how fast my dad was driving - due to wanting to see the beach or having to listen to five of us singing...) "Two miles to Cape May, two miles to Cape May!" That's what I feel like today. "Thirteen hours 'til Tom gets home, thirteen hours 'til Tom gets home!"
Kara