Regarding Busses

Today was a good day.

Waking up early to finish a powerpoint presentation of our kids at camp acting like various zoo animals, preparing a lecture on the different names of people within the family, and a breakfast of cornflakes and blue berries.

A 20 minute wait for the bus, along with much circular thinking, "I hate buses. I hate waiting. But this is a good cultural experience. You are learning patience. But I'm wasting time, and therefore hate buses."

I finally resigned myself to taking a taxi, and in the short distance to the training center we passed 4 buses all making their way to my stop. Irony.