So as it happened, traffic trying to escape the City pretty much sucked all weekend. Saturday night I didn't even try the Bay Bridge, and instead drove all the way to the San Mateo bridge to get home. Let me draw you a picture of how far out of my way that is:

Direct route: 13.3 miles

Way the fuck out of my way route: 23.5 miles, then another 30.6 miles

But you know what? I had a lovely time each time I ventured into SF, so it almost makes up for the traffic hell.

In other news, the weather is changing, it keeps getting darker earlier and my walking companions have become very busy, so I've been circling the Lake on my own. Last night I ambled, I strolled, I walked with no purpose or stride, mostly because I've been driving too much and sleeping too little lately and I felt like I was going 110 miles an hour in my head and needed to slow down. It was lovely, with the sun setting, the clouds turned pink, birds roosting on the light strands hung on the poles surrounding the lake. And by the time I got home, my headache was gone, as was the nervous tense feeling I've been carrying around for a few days. I need to take my camera out tonight and see what happens.