During the long one hour commutes by train, there are basically a limited number of activities I care to do before arriving at work. In order of preference:
- Read a book.
- Stare out the window.
- Do things on my netbook.
- Listen to music.
- Talk to the person next to me.
Just killing time is not the correct term for this, but in a way it does seem like that sometimes. Retaining a sense of usefulness and/or oneness with nature is a worthy pursuit.