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It's muggy in my apartment today. Living in San Francisco gives you this illusion that every day is going to be cold and rainy, that you ought to have a jacket with you and- if you're very well prepared- an umbrella and galoshes. It's honestly one reason why I love being down here- it's a welcome change from the 100+ degree summers that I grew up with, where the heat makes your skin rubbery and everyone has a shiny sheen of sweat in the creases of their skin.
Although I do love the way that heat sinks right down into your bones and can warm you from the inside out, a magic that I suspect is only borrowed and imitated by cups of hot chocolate on a cold night.
But in spite of gray skies and Gucci galoshes, San Francisco is even closer to the equator than Calaveras, and sometimes Mother Nature unzips that veil of fog and lets the sun beat down on you. And damn, it is hot today! It's going to be especially bad in our store wearing a thick cotton polo and accompanying undershirt. The only comfort is going to be some half-hearted relief from an ancient air conditioning system that, I just learned, was installed upside-down ten years ago and was "worked on" last month.
Which is probably why it rains on Aisles 1 and 3 when it's cool out.
Although I do love the way that heat sinks right down into your bones and can warm you from the inside out, a magic that I suspect is only borrowed and imitated by cups of hot chocolate on a cold night.
But in spite of gray skies and Gucci galoshes, San Francisco is even closer to the equator than Calaveras, and sometimes Mother Nature unzips that veil of fog and lets the sun beat down on you. And damn, it is hot today! It's going to be especially bad in our store wearing a thick cotton polo and accompanying undershirt. The only comfort is going to be some half-hearted relief from an ancient air conditioning system that, I just learned, was installed upside-down ten years ago and was "worked on" last month.
Which is probably why it rains on Aisles 1 and 3 when it's cool out.