Yesterday’s post, you may have noticed, was somewhat abbreviated. In fact, it didn’t happen at all. This is because the high in San Francisco was 107 yesterday, and I was trying to fight off a sinus infection and was home from work, and I died. Nobody in San Francisco has air conditioning. It got up well above 110 in my apartment, and didn’t cool down past 85 until after 3 AM.
Today I elected to spend my day in the basement of Macy’s Union Square. Air conditioning, plenty of seating (some of which for some reason nobody ever uses). Food, drinks. There’s even one electrical outlet, although since I forgot my damn laptop charger that turns out to be of limited usefulness.
Anyway, today was a lot more pleasant than yesterday, even with the folks doing construction fifteen feet away and sawing through concrete.
So yeah. That happened.
Here, have a cat. Specifically, and I knew this song LONG before Big Bang Theory ever used it, a ‘Warm kitty, soft kitty, little ball of fur.’