Got a lot of stuff done, but still, by the time I'm finished all I can do is plop down in my chair and look at the drink I've just made.
I've lived various distances from my place of work before, but this is the first time I've lived an hour away. Which means that it's roughly two hours of my day spent driving to and from work. Which eats up a lot of time, that I normally had to do housework, cooking, etc.
I don't think I'll be doing this again.
Add in the fact that I'm convinced most people here in Richmond don't know how to drive. They just don't. I think their natural tendency to be polite keeps them out of most trouble (as in "Ooops, let's get back on my side of the road before I hurt someone!") but there's still more people who deserve to be yanked from their jacked-up, shiny, no-dirt-on-the-differential, loud exhaust, SaltLife-stickered, 4x4 penis extensions and beaten until they piss blood, because those assholes seem to be the rudest pieces of shit on the road.
But that's just my observation.