January 9, 2008
Sitting on the train today, I accept the fact that I do miss the train commute. It may be another hour a day or more, but is much more productive time. I could have time to myself again, which may be critical as himself and I really start life together. He’s got Fridays to himself. I would have nearly a day’s worth of time over the week, to read, to listen to podcasts or music, to knit, to write, whatever. Never mind being in the city for dinner with Helene. I’m ready to go back to work in the city.