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This month is "the busy month" at work, which translates mostly into a lot of meetings and a lot of moving around back and forth between New York and Connecticut. It's nowhere near as busy as my old job could get, but just busy enough to torpedo a few of my resolutions: not nearly enough reading/writing, no museums, not enough trips to the gym.
Riding Metro North makes me feel like a character out of a John Updike story, catching the 8:04 home. People on the train work on laptops, sleep, watch DVDs, read newspapers and leave them behind on their seats. In the evenings, they visit the bar car and hang Heinekens from the shelves. Connecticut looks quiet and pretty in high speed. Sometimes spouses wait at the train station to pick up returning commuters - apparently station parking passes are treasured commodities north of the city.
Tomorrow I am flying to Miami. It's a devil's bargain trip, promising resort sunshine but more likely delivering long days in conference rooms. Still, I'm packing some books and notebooks - with luck, I'll get SOMETHING out of this.
Riding Metro North makes me feel like a character out of a John Updike story, catching the 8:04 home. People on the train work on laptops, sleep, watch DVDs, read newspapers and leave them behind on their seats. In the evenings, they visit the bar car and hang Heinekens from the shelves. Connecticut looks quiet and pretty in high speed. Sometimes spouses wait at the train station to pick up returning commuters - apparently station parking passes are treasured commodities north of the city.
Tomorrow I am flying to Miami. It's a devil's bargain trip, promising resort sunshine but more likely delivering long days in conference rooms. Still, I'm packing some books and notebooks - with luck, I'll get SOMETHING out of this.