A Week of Early Mornings

I looked at my calendar yesterday and was shocked, shocked to discover that every morning this week features being in some remote part of the outer boroughs at 8am. I hope that it is clear to all who know me that I don't even like being out of bed by 8am, so having to take the subway, the Long Island Rail Road and a 40-minute bus ride to be at a school in the far-reaches of Queens by 8am is not my cup of tea. Bayridge and Bayview might sound close together, but they are not. It is a week of travelling.

Days like today remind me why people get cars. Sometimes it is nice not to take two hours to travel fifteen miles.