Notes From The Bus

So life can take some weird turns. First off, I've been working in Boulder since early March, and commuting the 94 miles (one way!) in order to get there. The job is great. Very collegial. Lots of smart people. But in the current economy, it's very unlikely I'll be moving to Boulder in the near future. So, I've become a commuter. As I type this I am on a bus hurtling down I25, making use of the free WiFi and listening to Wilderness on my iPod. It's pretty much what I'd be doing if I were at home so it's hard to complain. In fact, I won't complain. I feel weirdly inspired by the weirdness of my days. Where once I was a static point (some might say stagnant), now I am a blur. Instead of working from home, doing the same thing day after day, going for days without leaving the house, now I am a blur. I am in constant motion. I eat the miles. I devour time.