My father overslept this morning, so we caught the same train into Manhattan. Of course, we didn’t ride in the same car, since I work further uptown than him and it makes more sense for me to be at the very back of the train. I was a lot further back from him this evening, too, but only because summer hours at work get me to Penn Station with little time to spare, and no time to be choosy. It’s unfortunate, since in my car we were again packed in like sardines — tighter, in fact, than yesterday and with less cool air getting through — and apparently not packed at all in my father’s car. The LIRR is naturally still predicted delays and canceled or combined trains again for tomorrow, but maybe it won’t be so bad. And Friday, I get to leave early.
I’ve pretty much gotten into the swing of summer hours…so of course they end after next week, right before Labor Day.