About transportation on saturdays

I’m once again moving, as I tend to do every damn summer, or at least have the last four. This time though I actually have to help clean up the place I’m moving into as well as clean out my old place AND get all the stuff moved AND paint some rooms AND… well, stuff.

I want to rant about stuff happening with me and others around me, but I’m not.
I’m not going to talk about how much I hate/loath taking trains on saturdays since only about half of them actually go when they’re supposed to, and say it in a knitterly way: Instead of commuting from my new place to my old and back, something that normally takes 1.5 hours, I waited enough to make half of the second Embossed Leaves Sock.

Yay for public transport on weekends… But it’s still better than driving, I mean, I get to knit.