I got up early, didn't dawdle on the web, left the house about 6 minutes earlier than usual, was planning on stopping at the cafe to pick up a chai on the way to my car (no scone, long story), but a little voice inside said 'wouldn't it be nice to drive into the Amtrak station without having to worry about whether the train will be sitting there, or had already left?' So I decided to go straight to my car.

On the 10 minute drive to the train station, I heard that 880 South was a mess in San Leandro, partly due to an overpass that dropped concrete on the freeway(!) and my alternate route, the Dunbarton Bridge, was also backed up. Snug and smug on my way to the train, I happily drove on in the pre-dawn hour. I also found out that Dave Thomas, founder of Wendy's, passed away early this morning. Sad, that. Weird though, that putting yourself into commercials for your company is enough to ensure a little immortality. Does anyone know when the founder of Burger King died? Did they mention it on the radio? It's interesting how we pick our heroes (or anti-heroes).

Anyhow, I pull in to the station and, inexplicably, so is my train. A flashback to the train story and having to get the parking right the first time, I rush over, asking the conductor if they're early today, and he looks at his watch and says "Hmm, I guess we are." but when I get up to my seat and power up, my powerbook says it's 7:11, just like it should be. I don't know where the time went.

Anyhow, I really needed to be on the train today. It's so nice to relax in the morning instead of sitting in interminable traffic for a couple hours.

This is the best Chai I've never had.