And once I explain that it is a mere 12 miles from door to door they usually sympathize with my frustration that it should not take 45 minutes on a good day to 1 /34 hours on a bad day.  

Usually I take the train.  I love the train because although it is still 45 minutes one way, there is a 10 minute walk on each end (free exercise!) and a 25 minute ride where I can read without interruption.  But then Metro North changed the schedule.  And the train became a not so great option.

So the last two months or so I have been a prisoner in my car, at the whim and mercy of Traffic Gods, silly, awful commercial radio and NPR pledge breaks.

But honestly, I am sorrowful no more.  Because, finally, after many years of resistance, I have become a member of the BOCD cult.  

BOCD?

Yes!  BOCD!  Books on CD.  I had never really found the one that totally grabbed me in all the times I tried them, but then I picked up Sarah’s Key.  And now I cannot wait for my commute.  I swear the time goes twice as fast.  Traffic report?  I don’t bother anymore because I have something wonderful to listen to.  After all these years of being convinced this was not a format for me, I have drunk the Kool-Aid.  I can now be found prowling our selection looking for the next one.  Will I be sorry in December when the train schedule changes back?  Not really.  But in the meantime I am saving my sanity by listening to some wonderful stories.  
Please stop by the Welcome Desk and ask us not only what we are reading but what we are listening to.  Pat T. especially has some wonderful suggestions.  

Have a great weekend and a safe ride home.