||[Aug. 21st, 2015|12:43 pm]
This morning i am imagining life in Concord, CA. Transit.511.org helps me estimate what the commute would be like on public transit: over two hours one way. It's mostly on BART, one of the area rail systems, and so it could be useful time for reading and writing. Wikitravel makes me laugh:
Concord is located 29 miles east of San Francisco, meaning that the commute through the Caldecott Tunnel and across the Bay Bridge can be done in approximately thirty minutes when traffic is light, and in less than a week when traffic is heavy. Would a two hour ride be better than a one hour drive? (Especially when the one hour is so uncertain?) I imagine four hours of reading the interwebs and writing twice a week might be pleasant. (Admittedly this is with the rose filter on at maximum strength.)
The linens arrived for the china sets. This means this weekend can be spent in photographing pieces. I'm still trying to decide how many place settings for the dining set that includes the serving dish: six or four? I'm convinced the tea set should be for six. And, it's time to commit to the second attempted replacement tea pot.
Edward has coming home during the day, twice now Hurrah! His regular presence and comfort staying inside certainly reduces Christine's worry.