Whenever Bart is out of town I feel like I am running a very long Marathon. He called about 1 hour and 15 minutes ago saying he had just gotten in the car at the airport to head home. I just called him and he's 20 minutes away.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
20 minutes and the race is over.
20 minutes and I made it. And it hasn't even been a bad week.
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