September Song

My calendar says September so that is summer in San Francisco. The fog, our usual protector from intense heat, steps back and let’s some of it happen. Case in point today, Sunday September 4th, it’s 77 degrees. I’m wearing sunblock.

We don’t have installed airconditioning at home (like most places here). There is a large mobile unit, that we bought a few years ago, downstairs. It’s no fun to carry up to use (for a couple of days) but I’m ready to do that. The house gets hot during the day (insulation wasn’t a priority), mostly the upstairs living area. The garage downstairs stays somewhat cool. My attic room downstairs, that my hubby dubbed my man cave is quite comfortable year-round.

We stayed in town for the Labor Day Weekend, with other parts of the state baking, SF is still the coolest option. They are doing triple digits in Sacramento. I’ll take my 77 degrees today in stride.

The real winner has been the garden, regarding the battle of the weeds. We are winning that war. Newly pulled enemies now include the hard-to-get ones left for the longest time. It’s looking clean back there.

The upcoming week will be super light. My office is closed for the holiday Monday. I work Tuesday and Wednesday, then back to the weekend. That works for me. Breaks are important.