Another weekend, another train

It's weird the train travel I've done this month already. Before last weekend I had taken the commuter train to Chicago three years ago and before that the last train ride was when I was eleven. 

But train rides are easier than driving. I can knit. I can read. I can eat dinner at 65 mph at a table with a white table cloth. I can blog. None of those things can be done behind the wheel of a car. At least not safely.  I'm all about safety. 

Be careful driving home! I say. Don't text and drive! I remind. Call me if you need me! Watch your step! Watch that last step! 

It's what I do now. Because I sometimes wonder if I said it enough. Even though the accident wasn't Katie's fault, I still fret. 

And I tell you that I love you. I'm grateful that my last words to Katie were, "I love you.  Look for the good tomorrow. I'll talk to you tomorrow night. Good night. I love you."