Wanna Borrow a Cup of San Francisco?
Summer in this place is not like summer in the places of my youth. Or young adulthood. Or childbearing years, for that matter. And today is particularly not-like-the-summers-of-summer: it's drawing in for evening, now, and the fog and gray which have been draped lightly on the city and skirling around the dog park all day have now settled in to chill the bones.
I understand it is not like that in other places this week. Seriously: we have a guest room and a fold out couch. Anyone who wants shelter from the heat in my slightly messy home is welcome. We got yer cool weather right here.