Commuter

I really enjoy the 35-minute commute. Yes, one way. I've listened to a ton of good audiobooks in the last few months--more reading than I've done since I was a kid. Plus, if I ever get tired of that, I listen to one of my favorite albums straight through. In fact, I don't think the commute could be any more enjoyable. Unless I were stretched out on the couch during it.

And I'm starting to recognize other commuters. I realized this when I saw the guy with the big gray beard in the Crown Victoria. I passed him last week. And I've been trying to memorize the pattern of potholes in the interstate. The first one is on the left, where your tire should be. Then it goes right, left, right, right, maybe left. I'm still working on it. But you get the gist.