I couldn’t wait to get to Ithaca this morning. I had to yell at my husband several times to hurry it up so we could leave. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he yelled repeatedly. Although we didn’t leave the house at 7 am (as my husband had optimistically predicted the day before), we were in the car and on our way by 8:15. We made the trip in record time, and Chloe was in my arms by noon.
