Rainy Day Musings

Jerry again. Be patient, Lucie is getting better each day and may be sprung from the hospital tomorrow, we hope. She is now freed of tubes and is starting to eat--clear liquids, if you can call that eating. And instant coffee and Jello, at that. Yechh.
Having had a commute to my work of about ten feet for the past 18 years (the distance from the bedroom to my studio), I have now been ----into the world of long commutes, with daily trips between our home in Southwestern New Hampshire and the hospital in Lebanon, NH, about 75 miles. Fortunately, most of it is along I91, a very scenic drive north through Vermont, with the Connecticut River to my right and the Green Mountains on the left. Actually, they are very green--made even more so this summer because of the persistent rains--but more like green hills to this Utah-born boy.
Even surrounded by this beauty (I think occasionally of the poor dudes whose commutes are mostly through urban traffic logjams), the first few trips seemed long. But they seem shorter each time now. I think your mind goes into another gear or something. I listen to Vermont Public Radio's classical music station most of the time, except when I'm in peril of dozing off, then I turn to NPR for the latest world news, always guaranteed to wake me up.
When I talked with Lucie by phone this morning, she said I wouldn't need to come up today, it being very rainy and all. I said I would come, as staying home wouldn't affect the rains. Besides, I can look forward to getting hot in the sauna and cooling off in the rain when I get back this afternoon.