This is it, Blog Friends. The big move. Today is my last day commuting on the BNSF Metra train line for a while. If you
The other day my morning progressed in the following fashion: 7:00 AM: Woke up. Late. Got dressed. In the dark. Packed some snacks for work
And by Uncle Murphy, I mean the writer of Murphy’s Law. The bastard. So yesterday, I started the morning with my usual dash to the
A conversation/interaction between me and B before getting on the train home. Me: Did you bring me snacks? Brian: Maaaaybe. I don’t remember. Maybe not.