Feels like a routine already. For the first time, we got views of fog on the Bay. Some hovered over the bridge, the rest steamed through the Gate and across the water into the East Bay.
James and I are in the coffee shop again, waiting for his appointment. Sure beats waiting on the freeway!
The area was bright and sunny, but now I am looking out the window, across the street, and watching the fog roll over the top of the hill and down the street toward us.
It is good to be back.