Oh, Friday… Not an eventful day by any means, but nevertheless an odd one, that frequently threatened to spill over into being interesting.
I woke up early, then nodded off, and woke up again with very little time before my morning train. I raced for it, but unlike earlier this week, I didn’t quite make it. Knowing that I wasn’t going to quite make it would have been nice, of course, before I ran a block in the rain, my umbrella blowing out in the wind, only to see the train ride off without me. Luckily it wasn’t raining too badly, so I didn’t get soaked, and I could stand not too uncomfortably and wait 17 minutes for the next train. Of course, that train only stops at Penn Station, so I have to take a different subway than I’m used to in the morning, including the shuttle from Times Square — which, this morning, seemed really over-crowded. There are three tracks to the shuttle; I tried the furthest one and couldn’t squeeze on, then raced back to the first track and couldn’t find room there either. Third time was the charm, at least.
The evening commute is basically just the reverse, and luckily I only had one over-crowded shuttle to contend with.
I’m looking forward to the weekend. Not for any great plans, but that’s kind of why I’m looking forward to it.