Bus Report #175

Not much to report, transit-wise. I've been working so hard on my National Novel Writing Month Novel, thinking about it all the time, that I barely remember to get out the bus at my stop, in either direction.

Carmen wants to learn how to knit, so we might do a few on the 22 Fillmore knitting lessons. I have visions of balls of yarn rolling all the way to the back of the bus and getting lost under sticky seats and dirty shoes. I imagine the bus stopping short and me getting a knitting needle stuck through my eye. So we'll see.

A drunk man on my 10 Townsend last night fell asleep and almost fell out of his seat. The people sitting around him rolled their eyes and smiled at each other.