What a tease...

Mother Nature, that is.

I was all ready to write a regularly-scheduled rant about the never-ending fog when we had an absolutely spectacular day on Wednesday. I even dashed out to go for a long walk after work that night, because it was so nice out. And it's so much more pleasant to walk in nice weather than in thick, wet fog and blustery winds.

But that glorious weather only lasted a day.

I know. Unless you're familiar with the Bay Area's weather patterns, you're saying to yourself, "What the fuck is she talking about? It's still summer!"

Yeah. It is. But summer in San Francisco means heavy fog in many areas, including the 'hood in which I live. This is why tourists who visit my fine city in the summer months end up going home with shitty souvenir sweatshirts -- they have no idea what they're getting into, and only pack light summer clothing, because they assume they're visiting warm, sunny California.

It's why I can drink a lovely Kenwood Cabernet on this summer night without passing out from heat exhaustion.

Many don't know how chilly our corner of the world can be during the summer, despite the alleged Mark Twain quote. ("The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.") And right now, it's fricking freezing, Mr. Bigglesworth.

I shouldn't complain. We've actually had a pretty nice summer, with many sunny days...most notably during that little surprise vacation I had. And I've said it a million times -- I'll take cool weather over hot any day. But August was pretty gloomy in my neck of the woods, and the gray is getting old.

The good news is September and October are usually our nicest months. That's when summer truly comes to the cool gray city of love.

Bring it on! I'm ready!