This is generating some long dormant PTSD in me. Way back before you were born (maybe when your parents were still kids) for several months I commuted four days a week from my apartment in the San Francisco Mission District to downtown LA. At the time I worked for the federal government, and some genius determined it was cheaper to the government to have me (and a couple of others who I worked with) fly down to LAX in the mornings, use GSA motor pool cars (there was a depot out by Aviation Blvd.) to drive to downtown LA, then reverse the schlep after work, fly home, repeat, repeat. Evidently this was cheaper than the per diem for hotels, although it baffles me how this was the case, but at the time you could fly from SFO to LAX for something like $25, so maybe therein lay the math.

Trust me, the novelty wore off very quickly.

But bravo for the 21st century version of this weird lifestyle.