Yesterday you said tomorrow.
We were supposed to leave yesterday morning.
But that is neither here nor there. The point is, it’s time. My dad is going to show Michaela how to work the Jetta (which lacks a mirror), and we’re off.
After he makes breakfast, talks on the phone, and does whatever other miscellaneous things he must do before assisting us. But that is why God created patience. I hear it’s a virtue.