Just as I knew it would happen, my first day of work after moving to the west side of the city is at a stage which is a five-minute bike ride from the old apartment.
Of course. How could it be any other way?
What’s really going to get me is traffic flow. From the old place, I was going against the rush hour flow just about anywhere in the city (except downtown, of course).
Tomorrow, I’m going to be going with the traffic snarl for the entire ride, so I’m geared up to sit in the car for what will seem like forever.
Guess I’ll have to leave really early and hope for the best. Also, maybe no giant cup of coffee on the drive.
Or maybe I will have the coffee and just hope for the best.
At least I’ve got a day of work.