a bus. a book (and sometimes a magazine, periodical, or newspaper). a good solid 50 minutes to spare.That's how my summer is looking, at least for five days out of every week. The almost-hour I spend on my commute could become a monotonous everyday habit, but I'm choosing to look away from the window where fog-dulled shades of blue Bay water and grey concrete hum by. I'm stuffing a book or magazine or newspaper or something with print into my bag every morning, and I'm going to use my twice-daily bus time to read. :)
It's a lovely bit of forced relaxation time.