- Done in a routine way
The commute to work each morning is never perfunctory; the ride home, however, always is.
While I am aware that time cannot be elongated or truncated, it always feels like my 30-mile drive is quite a bit shorter in the morning than it is in the afternoon. As a result of this lapse in the time-space continuum, my drive home is often an indifferent one - ignoring the scenery, the vast snow-topped mountains and glistening evergreens for the sake of getting home.
But, then again, I'd rather have an indifferent ride than an eventful one. Now, off to my perfunctory drive.