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Day’s Verse:
I am not ashamed; for I know whom I have believed and I am convinced He is able to guard what I have entrusted to Him until that day.
2 Timothy 1:12
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Looking in the mirror at work today, I noticed these sad purple shadows stretching tiredly beneath my eyes. I had left the house at 6:40 am to ride my bike to the train station, and I have no prospect of getting home before 6:40 pm. Indeed, arriving home at 6:40 would mean the MBTA train arrived and left Worcester on time, dropping me off in Southborough at 6:05 like the schedule says. But this morning it picked me up 10 minutes late, so I spent a good 30 minutes waiting at the train station even after my 30 minute ride, on top of the 30 minute train trip in to Worcester. This evening will probably bring a commute of approximately the same length, leaving me with an hour and a half each way on a 20-mile trip.

I feel, as you might guess, rather frustrated about this. The bike ride side of things takes about twice as long each way as driving, but that bothers me very little: I would spend the time exercising regardless, and building it into my schedule helps prevent slackage. And even without riding I would spend two hours a day in commute just by taking the train, so eliminating the cycling (which only adds maybe 15 minutes each way) really would do very little. No; I just don’t quite know what to do with the three-hour daily commute that leaves me only two or three waking hours at home each day. The only real time improvement would involve me driving to work, 30 minutes each way; but that strikes me as extremely unappealing environmentally as well as logistically (with getting Ian to work, then me to work, who knows if the commute really would get shorter).

What to do?