I’m not good at mathematics, that’s clear. But I am good at discerning patterns, and here’s what I’ve found about my commute to work: the later I leave, the longer it takes. It’s the same 5-1/2 miles each way, but as the morning wears on there are not only more cars, but more “working” vehicles — pickups, panel vans, dump trucks. This morning my commute took a whopping 35 minutes. That’s the result of excessively red traffic lights and vans marked “Speedy Plumbing” going 15 miles an hour.
I may not know math, but I can tell you this: my commute is logarithmic.