We are 45 minutes from home.
There are 2800 miles on the trip odometer of the good ol' Edge.
The three little boys in the backseat are filled with rage. Rage at their toys. Rage at their clothes. Rage at their parents. Rage at THE WORLD.
But there are palm trees in sight and sunshine on my face and the thermometer says 72 so I know it'll all be okay soon.