In Transit

I have a new joke. It's that at least 30% of the time, I have no idea where I am. It's only that low because I spend at least 8 hours at work and another 8 at home. The rest of the time I am in transit to, well, life. I know some of the main roads. I have a general sense of direction. Numbered streets are obviously easier to navigate. But I have no base knowledge of the road's interconnectedness. I always get where I need to go so there is some safety in the thought.

I get a lot done on the way back and forth to work. Tons of reading. Writing this entry. And phone calls, even if they are short. Today is my sister's birthday so I called her. Our 90 second conversation made me miss her more. I have never missed celebrating a birthday with her. And to make it worse her present is barely on the way to her. Kind of like father's day and my mom's birthday present from last month. It's the suckier part of sucking at life. Not celebrating the people in your life from far away.