F train'd

One of the changes that comes with a move to the Slope is an increased commute. For me, it's still the F train, just a whole lot more of it.
The mornings, so far, have been uneventful and pleasant. I've gotten a great deal more reading done (I'm almost finished with Brooklyn writer Joshua Ferris' The We Came to the End). But yesterday evening, my subway dexterity was tested.
There was a stalled F train at the York station (the first stop in Brooklyn). So that spurned a multi-step process that involved walking down Spring St., catching an express, switching onto an unknown line, and stopping at an unknown stop.
Basically, I handled it like a pro (yes, I feel like I can toot the horn on this one).