It’s been a long time since I’ve taken the train downtown with any regularity, but my job responsibilities changed about two months ago and now I take the train to Chicago twice a week. Taking the train makes for a different sort of day than I have when I commute by car to the office in the suburbs. For starters, I have to get out of bed nearly an hour earlier to get dressed and organized and make it to the train station. I wear less makeup when I’m up early. I’m not as concerned about the amount of volume in my hair. The dogs don’t even stir as I move through the house. I’m allowed to slip out to the garage and drive away without the proverbial creature stirring.