Summer days, in their full bloom of sticky hotness, are rarely seen in San Francisco. This week, however, we've had an embarrasment of riches -- a string of miserable, moist, still-hot-in-the shade days. Of course, according to my google weather bar, it's only 77 degrees, with 35% humidity. But we're San Franciscans! Don't you understand we're not made for this sort of punishment!?
My office has no windows, and only one door. The uninsulated ceiling is only inches from the hot tar roof above. I've ben here two hours, and I may have already bonded with my office chair at a molecular level. Send lemonade, Stat!
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spring continues in New England, today's high was 59
momeester
congrats on the robins
momeester
so...it's officially summer now. any cooler? y'know what mark twain said...no, really...do you know? i can't remember exactly how it went.
something about summer in san francisco.
Don't do that to a librarian!!
The comment "The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco." is attirbuted to Mark Twain.
momeester
just testing.
I am going to cling to this post as the only thing that will make me glad I'm not in Oakland right now.
It's pretty hot here, but at least not humid. I hate humidity! Though I love the idea of it altering the body on a molecular level.
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