Gosh golly guys, I know it’s inane to discuss the weather, but today is worthy of note. It warmed up over the weekend until now it’s the most spectacularly beautiful day imaginable. It almost makes up for being Monday. The sky is pale and clear, the air is cool and the sun is warm, it’s like the perfect California winter weather. You expect orange trees to sprout from the gutter and the ATMs to emit Beach Boy songs.
I started out this morning wearing a leather coat over a cashmere sweater and each time I’ve left the building I’ve gone down a layer. By the time I went to the gym at lunch, I was in a tee shirt (a nice red tee shirt, for those of you keeping track of these things) and it was ideally comfortable. I expect to soon be wandering down Market Street in nothing but my underwear. I take comfort in the fact that they are my good black 2(x)ist ones. Besides, it’s San Francisco, surely I won’t be the only one. I’ll probably be part of parade before I get two blocks.