Finals are getting uncomfortably near, but after class on Thursday, I couldn’t justify staying inside and studying, not with the first proper sunshine we’ve seen in a blue millennium. So, off I went, Nikon in hand, to catch the J at Civic Center Station. This person was taking advantage of the weather to get some drumming in while sitting by/in the fountain.

I got off at Fillmore and went to Upper Playground to look at their nifty T-shirts–alas, I can’t afford one now, but I’ll be back before long. I could afford an iced (iced!) mocha at Cafe du Soleil, where the San Francisco crowd was in full effect. The guy behind me in the line was balancing a laptop on his arm while waiting, editing what looked to me like a C program–Bubble 2.0 or hardcore geekery, hard to say.

Thus fortified, I decided to go South, crossing Market Street and going into the Mission. I saw this abandoned-looking house at 15th and Dolores, apparently now the exclusive property of some pigeons. However, the ceramics club at Columbia Park had left some work there, behind the chain-link fence that surrounded the property.

I boarded the J again and ran into a classmate who was transferring to the N in a few blocks so she could study at UCSF. We agreed: holing up in a library was a necessary evil at best on days like this. Still, at least I got a nice litle springtime walk out of it.