It has become my annual tradition to go to work on Patriots Day, though the office is closed, and take the holiday in June after Reunions, when I can really use it.
1) Up like a stone at 6:30 AM. Dining room breakfast: two eggs scrambled, two slices dry whole grain toast, small bowl vanilla yogurt and blueberries, and of course coffee.
2) Every year I hope I can be early enough for the bus to pass the barricades on Beacon Street, and every year I am disappointed. At least this year the pert bus driver, a Woman Younger Than I, let us know before leaving Ruggles that she could take us no further than Fenway Station.
2a) Still, I made good time:
8:21 AM: Disembark from CT2 bus near Fenway Station.
8:37 AM: Arrive Marsh Chapel, BU campus.
8:41 AM: Arrive Casey Underpass.
8:46 AM: Arrive office.
3) On the left, a garland of tiny Tibetan prayer flags around the base of a lamp post on the BU Bridge. On the right, a very expensive pair of white headphones hanging precariously from the end of the branch of a tree.