Sitting on the Train, Watching the World Go By

My normal 45-minute commute took over two hours today. The sum result: while everyone else in Center City is walking around whistling Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, I'm walking around like Sil from The Sopranos - shoulders hunched, mumbling to myself, being an ambulatory stressball. But I'm better now. It's a beautiful day, I'm going to go outside to enjoy at least a little bit of it.

Um, the reason for the delay? Not these guy who were ripping up track and setting it back down with one of the biggest and coolest machines I've ever seen. Nope, the Amtrak train that passed my R5 like a bat-out-of-hell broke down about 30 feet after it got past us. Ugh.