After six weeks of commuting and teaching, I have settled in the routine so well that I perform it while semi-conscious. Today I perfected the drill and went through the day half-asleep. The teaching went smoothly and I fit among the habitually half-asleep students just fine.
Then I dozed off on the bus. I woke up to find myself in the middle of a field. Fortunately, I was still on the bus. Disturbingly, I was rather disoriented. I went through the obligatory series of existential questions: Where I am? Who I am? What am I even doing here? WTF?
What discomforted me most was that I couldn’t remember if I was on my way to work or on my way back. I searched for clues. I tried to recall if I had had my meagre slice of crisp bread already. If I had, it would be noon (I teach afternoon classes) because I eat that thing for lunch. If I had not and if I were hungry, it would be evening.
I had no recollection of eating anything and I wasn’t hungry either. That was extremely puzzling. Then it occurred to me that I could just check the watch. This brilliant solution worked because it was seven pm, hence I must have been on my way home. What a pleasant discovery. In case you wonder, I’m writing this post while fast asleep.