Back On The Bus...A Good Break

Today was a day of breaks, and not necessarily bad ones. The first break came when I was able to sleep in until 6:30am--an extra hour for me. Everyone knows the hour before you get up is the best hour of sleep you're going to get. Don't believe me? I present the snooze button as Exhibit #1. If sleep after the alarm rings isn't that great then why do people hit the snooze so often?

Another break--Wednesdays is the one day of the week that my new show "The Rainmaker" is not performed. This is a good/bad break--good because if I had done the show today, all the other breaks wouldn't have happened, and bad because I don't get to do the show. The show's a ton of fun.

Another good break is that I got to take the bus to and from work. And because some very nice people did the driving I got to read, something I haven't been able to do on my commute yet this week. There are plenty of good reasons to take the bus to work (that is, if you don't need a car while you are at work--luckily for me, I don't...). About a year ago I decided not to listen to audiobooks while on my morning and afternoon commutes on the bus and to read instead. 

I'm so glad I made that decision!

Since I began reading on the bus, I've finished SO many books. I admit that sometimes on the trip home, I mix reading with dozing, but thankfully, I read more than I doze. My current book: John Brown's Servant of a Dark God. Great read so far.

Yes, at least for the summer, Wednesdays and days I'm not doing the Lagoon show will be days of good breaks.

I'm On The Bus Now...

"So, how'd it go?" my wife asked as I dropped my bag on the bed and exhaled. 10 minutes earlier I de-bused from the 473 Express returning from Salt Lake. It was a trip filled with memories. "It went great," I said.

For 10 years I worked in a six-floor building located in downtown Salt Lake City and for 10 years I took the bus to and from work. It's been five years since I last worked in that building and now I'm back.

I've worked at the building for two months now, because of the play, I had to have my car so I could make it to call time on time. Play's over and yesterday I traded in my parking pass for a bus pass. This morning at 6:31am the 473 Express rolled up on its trip from Weber State University to the University of Utah and I, along with about 10 other commuters, boarded the bus and we rode to work/school/other places unknown in comfort.

When I tell some at work that I'm taking the bus, I see their brains working. They're thinking that they are lucky they don't have to be stuck on some bus with strangers for who-knows-how-long riding to and from work. I tell them, "No, really. It's okay. I like riding the bus." I could tell them of the reclining seats, the individual air controls and little lights above the chairs, the internet service, and the fact that I save money on gas and someone else is doing the driving. I could say those things, but I don't. They probably never will...