Coffee and Commuting

My new job also brought a new commute. Frankly, it's not that great. I'll be working on ways to improve it as I get more settled into a routine but that's not happening for a little while. Houston has astoundingly bad traffic. For reference, I grew up outside of NYC. Driving in Atlanta is more or less a dream compared to Houston. One Friday morning a few weeks ago, the entire highway was shut down. Not a lane. Not two lanes. The whole, entire thing. It took me two hours to get to work and I have only once in my life regretted the decision not to stay home more than I did that day. In general, it's about a 45 to 50 minute trip each way.

Over the last month of commuting, I've developed a metric by which I now gauge every daily drive. My coffee. Here's how it works:
If my coffee is still hot as I pull into work, it was a great commute.
If I've had a few sips and my coffee is warm but not hot, my commute was pretty average.
If my coffee is cool, my commute was lousy.
If I have no coffee left, I should have stayed home.