(this morning, in the elevator. 9:15am, me and two other co-workers.)

me: [jokingly] "yeah, this is me little late because i finally rolled out of bed at 8:55."

[heavy, paused silence]

co-worker: [not annoyed, but close] "this is me a little late because i left my house at 7:15."

me: [to myself] grin. this is me already having a good day.

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i used to have a commute. 45 to an hour, over the sepulveda pass 2x a day, from sherman oaks to santa monica. not the greatest way to watch life go by.

now i have a 4 minute drive (3 if i hit green on all 4 of the lights i have to go through) from home to work. i go home for lunch nearly every day. i usually get up around 8:35 to be here at 9. and i get home between 5:05-5:15 every evening, just wondering what i'm gonna do that evening.

this is the way it should be.