According to the article linked from this, long commutes help people die faster and do all sorts of other terrible things. I realize that my evidence is anecdotal, but that does not mean it is false.

I regularly commute over a half-hour one way to work. I’ve been doing this for more than a decade. I like doing it (and didn’t like living 5 minutes away from my work when I did).

You see, this time in the saddle gives me sufficient room to drop all of my work concerns and switch over to what else is going on (for the drive home) and the reverse (for the drive in). For me as a father of 4, it is thinking time. For me as a friend and partner in business adventures, it is time to connect.

Not all commutes are the same and I’ll be the first to say that my North Jersey 45-minute commute probably would have caused an early death–whether mine or someone else’s. But, as with any study of the incredibly complex creation known as a human being, you may want to take it with a grain of salt (as long as you are not in NYC, in which case Bloomberg won’t let you have the salt).

My apologies for my unplanned publishing vacation. Today, I head into my fourth week of employment with a new job. Learning a new knowledge domain, new people and new processes has drained my personal batteries more than I anticipated. I’m  hoping that will soon change as I become more comfortable with my position and have a much better idea of what I am doing.

On top of that, we lost power at the house for 3 and 1/2 days last week, only getting it back on Saturday. Cold showers do serve to get one clean (assuming soap and a scrubby are involved) but leave the emphasis on the cold. Brrrr! No wonder Jim Bridges and his fellow long-haird friends of the mountain would not worry about bathing more than a couple of times a year. Drinking out of that clear mountain stream is one thing, dunking oneself in it is another.