This summer in San Francisco has supposedly been the coolest since before I was born.  The fog, which normally burns off by around noon, has stuck around well into the afternoons and evenings.  Having lived in San Francisco for ten years, I knew summer wouldn’t be an event where layers weren’t necessary.  Nonetheless, this summer has been especially un-summer-like.  There are rumors, which have been refuted, about Mark Twain mentioning a coldest winter he spent in San Francisco.  This year, it may be true.

I never noticed until this year that it gets very cool just after sundown, and then warms up again later in the evening.  That likely has something to do with the fog, air currents, etc.; I don’t know, I’m not a fucking meteorologist.

In my experience, the best time of year here in San Francisco tends to be in September and October.  And since it’s almost September, that’s good, right?  Well, sort of.  I’m not supposed to be in San Francisco anymore.  I was supposed to be gone by mid-August.

And I hope to be gone before winter because it will take me some getting used to winter weather in Chicago – if that’s where we’re going.  The Viking said I needed to get used to the cold weather slowly, like a frog being boiled … only in the opposite fashion.  I will need to go from cool summer, to fall, to winter gradually; otherwise I’ll suffer miserably.

Or maybe from fall/winter to spring/summer ….

And then this week it was record breakingly hot in San Francisco.  What the fuck?  On at least one day it was hotter in San Francisco than in Chicago.  That doesn’t happen, dammit.  It was still more humid in Chicago, of course.

San Francisco isn’t really equipped for extreme heat.  We barely left home, but heard tell of power outages, BART delays, and other heat-related woes.  We tried to hold still.  The Viking was weary from the heat.  There was no cross ventilation.  Joaquin didn’t even try to lay on me, which he has been doing much more recently.

And then the weather dipped down much cooler than usual.  San Francisco weather has multiple personality disorder.

I swear.  True story.

Tags: Chicago, SF love

Categories: True Story.

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