I left the office today at around ten minutes past five. Walked up to the train platform on the corner, soon a train arrived. It pulled across the road and toward the mouth of the tunnel, where we sat for fifteen minutes.

At 5:30, we lurched forward and then crept slowly beneath the street and toward Embarcadero. More waiting. More delays. Directly in front of us, another N-Judah.

Finally got going, and moved at a relatively slow pace through the underground stops. Long wait at Civic Center. Longer wait just before Van Ness. Finally the doors opened at Van Ness and people came pouring out of the second car. Apparently it had no air conditioning.

Now it was almost six o’clock. I looked out and saw four more trains stacked in front of mine, at a standstill. No announcement from the driver, AT ALL. No idea what the fuck is going on. Outside the sun in shining, it’s perfect, so I left with the crowd of other escapees. Began to walk up Market.

Walked all the way to Church Street, ducked into Golden Produce to get some fruit and vegetables. Carrying my purse, jacket, and shopping bag, I headed up to Duboce to wait for the N some more, hoping it would be sorted out by now. It was 6:30.

Summoned the NextBus tracker on my phone. It claimed an N in 2 minutes. No train. 7 minutes. No train. I walked up the hill to Noe Street, deciding it would be nicer to just wait in the park in the grass. I sat down and stared down the long stretch of Duboce. Four J-Church trains in a row all turned left out of the tunnel below.

I called Brian. He was already home — he got a ride from a coworker. He talked me into letting him come pick me up. We live perhaps ten minutes from this train stop. He got in the car immediately and began driving.

When he called to tell me he was almost there, the N still had not arrived. It was nearly seven. Then I saw it, sitting down at the bottom of the hill. It rumbled up past the park, of course packed to the doors with miserable passengers. Brian showed up, I told him he had almost beaten the N. We made up the time against the train on the drive home — I saw it approaching 9th ave just as we crossed Judah on the way to our house.

I was a little grouchy. Maybe because my commute was over two hours when it is normally 35 minutes. We finally got home and I dropped off the groceries, then we walked to Yumma’s to get some yummy mediterranean food. came home, watched the last of the Season 2 “Entourage” episodes.

I put 13,000 steps on my pedometer today.