Day 10,001-ish: Morning Commute

I'm not sure what you do on your drive into work. Or when it is, or even where it is.

But I'll tell you one thing: I do not love leaving my house at 7:07 - meaning I have to wake up at 6:06 - just to get to work around 7:27.

NOT MY CUP OF TEA.

It's actually quite boring once I wake up enough to appreciate the morning commute in its full regalia. So boring, in fact, that I am going ahead and writing this post half way through the day, sure that nothing that follows could possible bore me quite so much.

Let me tell you about it.

First, the sun is just barely coming up, so it's shining right in my eyes. Like, so directly into my eyes that it's impossible to see all the pink and yellow and purple surrounding it. Silly sunrise.

Second, all along my road are SUVs and vans and other evidences of family life, and wouldn't you know it? There's the school bus. So many little coats and hoods. I am assuming their are children inside, but I really have no proof of that. There are big coats too, and I assume those are parents, and they are far more boring, so far more relevant to this entry.

Third, the traffic. I was so bored this morning, that I took the time to imagine what the traffic looks like from above. Do you think we look like ants all in a row? Or more like spiders because we move so fast? Or maybe we look like praying mantises because we are all so bored.

Forth, there are always people running around when I'm driving to work. Now, I don't pretend to know their reasons, but I can only surmise that they must have the worst - or else most boring - lives, to feel the incessant need to run when there is nothing chasing them, and no prize at the end. Running I believe is the epitome of boredom.

But I have to stop now, because when I got to work, life became so vibrantly interesting, that it no longer fits the theme of this series.