This train ride, there was no little boy with his grandpa behind me wondering if the kindle was a book. Instead, I settled in and read and read more Game of Thrones. I was reminded how nice riding the train is for the commute. And then, stuck in traffic after picking up the car I wondered if it still made sense to take the car to the shop on the peninsula. Somehow, I dread finding a new shop more than the traffic-y drive home.