I was back on the Iron Horse this morning after a blessed week-plus at home following the (sound the trumpets!) arrival of Little Miss C.
It’s amazing how quickly the commuting skills go–everything seemed to take a split second longer, as I struggled to remember what time my train was, which kinds of seats I prefer, whether I read the Arts or the Business section of the Times first (of course, it’s Sports when the Mets are whupping the Wankees), and when exactly to pull back on a dirty look when someone is blabbing into their cell in their outside voice.
Further complicating matters, I now have to worry about securing my pet rabbit in a cage before boarding the 8:16.
It’s good to be back–though I’d rather be rocking out to “This Train is Going to the City” with Little G and some guitar-strumming Earth Mother at Music Together.