I walked two and a half hours yesterday!
My sweetheart walked me to church -- one hour -- then he took the bus home.
After church, I took the #13, then walked the remaining 30 minutes home.
My sweetheart came at 2:15, and we walked 30 minutes to the church at SPU to hear the wonderful Orchestra Seattle concert. Then walked back.
Then went out to Lake Forest Park for the night, sweetheart driving.
He dropped me at Third Place Books this morning at 8:55, as he headed north to work, I south and home. My #372 was due at 9:02, and then again at 9:27. (So which of those is the bus I actually boarded at 9:15?)
I got off 35 minutes later at the last stop, in the U District, and walked 40 minutes home. I could have transferred to a #44, and I'll probably try it next time, but I don't think it will save me much time.
So it's two hours, portal to portal, on the bus from Fremont to Lake Forest Park?
I guess the good news is, it's still an hour by bike.
I'll just have to get used to biking it in the dark and cold.
One thing is certain: I gotta fix that flat.
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