I’m getting ready to head up to New York tomorrow morning, so Jonathan and I can attend a lunch meeting with some really, really neat people. It’ll be one of those mornings where I have to leave the house around 5 a.m. to catch the 6:30 train — and I debated whether to head up there today and stay the night but decided against it, based mainly on the costs of staying in the city. Barb suggested that next time I stay in Philadelphia, where it’s a bit less expensive, then take the train from there, cutting my commute in half so I don’t need to get up nearly as early. I may give that a try next time.
Anyway, I’m looking forward not only to the meeting, but to the city, to seeing and talking with Jonathan, and to the train ride itself. For some reason, I really enjoy train rides — there’s something vaguely old style about it, like stepping into an Agatha Christie novel, if only for a moment . . . until the lady across the aisle from you begins talking loudly into a cell phone and the moment is shattered.
Suffice it to say, I’ll be sitting in the quiet car. See you later this week!