I had an unusually acute attack of despair this morning, likely aggravated by sleeping poorly. It was a bit of a struggle to drag myself out the door.
Another disadvantage of driving to work is that it offers too little distraction. I miss being able to read or nap on BART.
My sister really likes the ability to listen to audiobooks from the local library. She’s managed to introduce her husband to The Wheel of Time, so that’s a long long read (err, listen).
On the other hand, I get far fewer fevers since I stopped sharing my ride with the masses.