Oh, Monday.
I sometimes worry I’m being too hard on the Long Island Railroad when trains break down, or are delayed, or are over-crowded. These things happen, and maybe I’m just aggravated, just trying to get to work or back home without too much trouble. I mean, most days, the trains run on time, right?
I really have no idea. They didn’t today. I got up this morning at Jamaica to catch my connecting train, only to discover it was running 16 minutes late, and so effectively wasn’t my connecting train anymore. I hopped back on the original train, where of course I no longer had a seat, and rode in to Penn Station.
This evening, my train home was cancelled altogether, and I had to get a slightly later (and hot and overcrowded) train on which a bunch of cancelled trains were squeezed.
In between those, I think I may have done some work.