thirty three

Sorry to be silent for so long but work has been very intense of late and leaves me pretty much exhausted at the end of the day when I should be busy blogging for all of you. All three of you. Both of you. Whatever.

Getting ready for a weekend trip to Palm Springs to hang out with friends and see "Gypsy", one of my favorite shows. I'll be driving to the desert, which has made me think about my driving habits and how they have changes since the move.

I'll jump on the 10 freeway to head east. It's interesting to note that I haven't been on a freeway since January 9th when I did the walk through on the house with the realtor. Quite a change from the forty four mile per day commute. And in Los Angeles, no less.

Last Monday, I reset the trip odometer in the car to just get a picture of how much I am driving these days. Sunday morning it read 33. Thirty three miles. This was for a whole week. Maybe a gallon and a half tops. Not claiming any type of enviromnental superiority here but it does suggest that the old fashioned concept of living near work makes a whole lot of sense. Of course, it is not feasible for everyone and it required a lot of change for me to pull it off. But the commuter mindset of drive great distances to work and back just doesn't make sense anymore.

So far, I'm very happy with the non-commute and the extra hours in the day. And I'm, looking forward to using some of that saved up gasoline for the weekend trip. The weather in the desert is supposed to be beautiful. I'll talk to y'all on Monday.