I'm Needed

Ah, the joys of working downtown. In the urban environment...running into people I know...letting the train operator drive instead of shaking my fist at other cars...

But it also means that I'm leaving and returning home at slightly different times than before while I figure out what my new commute is going to look like.

{Side note - it appears that it's only about 15-20 minutes longer each way than my previous commute. Not bad.}

Anyway, because I'm not home when I used to be home, it totally explains why I now receive messages like this from The Boy:

I wish you were here to

tell me if I look stupid or not.

Nice to know I'm needed!