Why Where We Live Is Very Strange

While I really shouldn't bitch about a heat wave, considering what is heading toward the Gulf Coast (and in passing - may it not cause too many issues for that area and its populace), it has been pretty wretched here the last few days. I went up to San Francisco yesterday to visit some friends and their newborn; we were kicking around the northwestern part of the city, typically the coldest and foggiest region. With the weather we were having, even this area was sunny and relatively warm, about 65 degrees - this is considered a beautiful and unprecedented summer day for the city, let me assure you. By the time I got back to our house, the car's temperature gauge read 95 degrees. I'll wait here while you do the math.

THIRTY DEGREES. Within 30 miles.

I think this in many ways sums up where I live.