Unfortunately, coming out of it, I looked at the train schedule that isn't effective until Sunday, and tried to catch the 7:17 train. Which, since it wasn't Sunday yet, was actually a 7:00 train today, and had already left.
Now, the next train was at 8:56.
- A normal man would have slipped into the bar at the Hoboken terminal to while away a few hours.
- A workaholic man would have gone back to the office to get things done.
- A smart man would have taken the PATH into New York, and caught an express bus out from there.
But this man got on a train at 7:32 that went part of the way, caught a transfer, and ended up, two stops shy of my car, at about 8:30. On a platform without any real shelter. In the pouring rain. Until 9:39, when that next train finally arrived.
Thus there will be no blogging tonight. Tomorrow, regular service will resume, God willing and the creek don't rise.
(And that last is not a metaphor; we're under a flood watch and may well be evacuated in the next 24 hours. Ah, the wonders of living in riverine country!)