Life in San Francisco

The local paper obliges tourists and recent immigrants to the city by publishing its annual explanation of why it's so damn foggy in August. A friend's coming in to town tonight for a week, and I doubt he brought a sweater. I'll have to make sure he reads it.

As it happened, I was downtown this morning on an errand, and am currently thanking the Lord that I missed the small explosion a couple blocks away. Even better, I missed getting stuck in the resulting heinous traffic jam. It's just a good thing no one was watching how I drove.