Tuesday

You know, I was aware that summer hours meant I would have to stay at the office a little later than usual, that there was a chance I would miss even my one-later train. But summer hours are a whole lot different when you’re working them from home.

So I did miss my train, by maybe half a minute. I had to stop by the UPS Store on my way to Grand Central — I ordered a book I needed for a meeting today through Amazon, then unexpectedly got another copy through a book swap with the publisher — and just missed the subway when I got stuck behind a woman with crutches on the stairs down to the platform. I’m hoping at least one of those things won’t happen again tomorrow and I won’t have to wait around Penn Station for half an hour.

But, honestly, the summer hours themselves aren’t so bad. An extra forty-five minutes a day, one of which I get to work from home, so I can take a half day on Friday? The occasional missed train’s probably worth that, right?

If nothing else, it’ll give me more time to read. I’m currently reading Stephen King’s Under the Dome, and that is a long book. I’m really enjoying, but I’m still only about sixty percent of the way through with it.