I found myself on the bus. I have to admit that it was a step down from my usual Acela Quiet Car, but for a tenth of the price (if that) of an Acela round trip one cannot complain too loudly. And, really, for a tenth of the price it wasn't that bad, if it was bad at all. I had my knitting, I had my iPod. I even had chocolate. When one has chocolate, things are not too bad.
And neither was the knitting. I discovered that if I sit in the aisle toward the front of the bus I am no longer prone to motion sickness. This was a good discovery. I don't need to look at this project too often, so I could watch the road ahead of me, thus avoiding the sideways motion at the corner of my eyes--bad in a motor vehicle, not so much in a train (yes it's a mystery). Despite a couple of small frogging episodes (one at Hartford, another at New Haven) I finished the back by the Bronx. By then it was too dark to think about starting something new, so I just enjoyed the remainder of the ride.
On the way back. I had nothing more to do but knit my sleeve. My seatmate wasn't chatty and neither was I, so I sunk into my iPod and my Jo Sharp.
There's no such thing as Sleeve Island with this sweater (hey, remember I wrote that when I'm complaining about the second sleeve, 'kay?)! I don't know if it's the yarn or the gauge or both, but clearly I'm enjoying the simple stockinette.