I am very happy to see some fog today. This week has been a touch of summer, peaking around 80 degrees per day (since Monday). And like ice cream I melt into a sweet puddle of dissipating ambition. Its puffy existence obstructing the sun early Thursday.

I headed out to Union Square around 10:30 a.m.. There was a small line of tourists waiting for the Powell Street cable car. You can immediately hear the noise of the car on the cable when ascending from the metro underneath. 

It’s the scraping metal of normalcy here. Folks out and about hitting the shops, asking change for $100, or peddling hot dogs. The square itself is fraught with squatters; humans and bird’s alike caffeinating and picking at anything.

We are the masked marauders of the city walking up and down these cement hills. I’m heading up to an old deco building to get my usual teeth cleaning. Dentist visits aren’t my favorite, but I keep up with it. It helps that they are friendly people. 

My dentist is on the same block as a theater we used to have a subscription with then the pandemic hit. I’m happy to see they are going again. They began with shows online first, now they are offering both options. Different avenues for theater is a good thing in general. I do prefer a live performance. It’s a different sensation.

My dentist is always chatty. I find it a bit challenging to meet her level of chat with a drill in my mouth. The best I can do is a gurgling noise to indicate I’ve heard the statement. To her credit: she can translate gargle.  

After the usual scraping of she recommends invisalign for my lower half as a few of my teeth want to go in different directions. I sigh, wondering who I’ll be putting through college. I know she is right though and it needs to happen, at least the cleaning is covered with insurance. Can we agree that dental insurance in the United States is not adequate?

Back outside San Francisco decides to be warmer. I guess it’s time to get some sun for a couple of hours before the fog rolls in. It will be a beautiful night. Maybe the not-so-full moon will be shining down over the palm tree outback.