Bus Report #646

The light is changing in the mornings, so that it is still dark when I get down to Fillmore.
Monday morning I jogged across Geary to catch the 22.
The driver, on the route for about a month, saw me and smiled, and held the bus for me.
"Where've you been?" he asked, as I tagged my Clipper card.
"Vacation," I told him.
"I thought so," he said.

An easy morning commute for my first day back at work after a week in Barcelona. Jetlagged but otherwise fine, I watched Fillmore Street change into Church Street and then into 16th.
I was home.