The Vast Conundrum

It takes forever to get from one place to another, and once I get somewhere, they almost invariably present me with a list of things they want to cover that exceeds what can possibly done in the time available. And so the week begins, in about four hours at precisely 5:00am, I will get up, make myself presentable, and start walking toward the train station. I will arrive at the station, and will board my first train of the day, in what will amount to about seven hours spent on the rails, bookended by forty minutes of walking, with twenty in the middle. Somehow in-between eight hours of commuting, I have to get an entire day’s work done.