Stolen afternoon

Beloved spouse and I set off to run an errand downtown around 12:30 P.M. We took the bus down, and it wsa chock full of high-decibel teens and twitching , raving loonies. The twitcher had a big old mullet, and he looked about ready to hit critical mass before he got off the bus; at least he was quiet. A large beaten-up looking fellow wearing a greasy gray watch cap got on, and immediately started going off on the teenagers behind us. At one point, we heard him loudly declare he was going to the library, "where it was quiet." Yes, except for him! Another half-crazed looking guy sitting next to Mr. Raver stoically plugged his ear for a long time, then finally shushed the raver. Man. These have to be the same loonies I had to ride the bus with to downtown Pittsburgh back when I was taking the Greyhound to Columbus, Ohio, to see my beloved spouse, who was then my beloved boyfriend. They're undead; they reek, and twitch and rave, and ride forever...
We walked to the Pike Place Market after we picked up beloved spouse's absentee ballot. It was unusually uncrowded, probably due to the truly miserable weather. We found our way up to Matt's in the Market, a scenic little nook of a place up above the market. Ordered a glass of wine, sandwiches with the most fabulous borscht, hot, I have ever tasted. Beloved spouse had a grilled tuna, I had a pulled pork which was spicy enough to make me forget the chilly day. We got a box for our leftovers, and decided to hike the 6 miles homeward. We went to Queen Anne Hill, went up the Counterbalance, what Queen Anne Avenue is called on its south side, and on down into Fremont. The sky was contrasty and dramatic, offering several photo ops for beloved spouse.
Got home and found that our son had returned from Joshua Tree, CA. From weather in the 80's, from another planet.