You should know, Esteban, that we have very little humidity here. Thus a day which reaches close to 100˚ is, for some, a delight! And I did indeed delight in it! We’ve had foggy and cold weather for the past two months, with little respite.
Most of us are sick of hearing it by now, and I’m pretty sure it’s apocryphal as well, but here’s the old local saw about SF Bay Area “summer” weather: “Mark Twain once said that the coldest winter he ever spent was summer in San Francisco.”
Fortunately, we usually get our “Indian Summer” in September and October, when things warm up considerably. It better be coming. And I hope it’s a stretch of 90+˚ weather throughout!
Well, maybe. It wears on you after a while. Especially after such a beautifully hot and sunny day, to have the fog back again now is all the more galling. My workplace is at the top of the hills behind the UC Berkeley campus, and is, on days like this one of thick fog, quite literally in the clouds. Grey, grey, grey. Whine, whine, whine. You want a little cheese with that whine, Kevin?
Avaunt, fog-bedecked blues! I recommend to you, O crown of learning, Don Colacho’s Aphorisms!
Barbarian!
It takes one to know one!
You should know, Esteban, that we have very little humidity here. Thus a day which reaches close to 100˚ is, for some, a delight! And I did indeed delight in it! We’ve had foggy and cold weather for the past two months, with little respite.
Most of us are sick of hearing it by now, and I’m pretty sure it’s apocryphal as well, but here’s the old local saw about SF Bay Area “summer” weather: “Mark Twain once said that the coldest winter he ever spent was summer in San Francisco.”
Fortunately, we usually get our “Indian Summer” in September and October, when things warm up considerably. It better be coming. And I hope it’s a stretch of 90+˚ weather throughout!
Actually, I have experienced the chill of a San Francisco summer: I have only been there in August. I would gladly live in it unto the ages.
Well, maybe. It wears on you after a while. Especially after such a beautifully hot and sunny day, to have the fog back again now is all the more galling. My workplace is at the top of the hills behind the UC Berkeley campus, and is, on days like this one of thick fog, quite literally in the clouds. Grey, grey, grey. Whine, whine, whine. You want a little cheese with that whine, Kevin?
Avaunt, fog-bedecked blues! I recommend to you, O crown of learning, Don Colacho’s Aphorisms!