It worked. It took about 55 minutes to get there and 52 minutes to return. That never happens. And when I dropped him off at 6 a.m., I was thankful I was leaving the city and not coming in. Phew. The traffic was already piling up.
It is, though, always a nerve-wracking ordeal, as you hope your map apps are giving you the right direction. Going in, he insisted on driving, so I simply guided the journey. Coming out, I depended on the audio in my car to get me in the right directions. It's only a couple of roads, but those roads are intense...always...accept at the earlier hours...you set where the Mets play and you're about there. CITI Field says you've made it.
I got home and started my workday and by 8:30 I looked up and thought, "Phew...you got so much done and it's not even 9 a.m." I worked, walked Karal, worked some more, and then finally updated my iPhone which needed to be traded in...it's been a minute. Ah, this meant most of the evening was spent updating Apps, remembering passwords, resetting them, and getting frustrated until all smoothed out to be parallel to the older phone.
All good now, but I sure needed a good night's sleep. I was exhausted, and today I welcome Bucky the dog for two weeks. I imagine quite a wild ruckus of play for 14 days! It will be good for Karal (as they are about the same size and build).
Love the photo of the drop off I found online. Pfffft. Picture that with 100s of cars honking and security guards screaming at you. People triple parking and blocking everyone in. Everyone trying to push against you to get closer to the terminal. It's so much fun.
But Chitunga made it home. All is well now. He was in Iowa by 11 a.m.. Wild.
