Shopping for Sunday is happening. When I left Costco late this afternoon, the outside temperature according to my car's reading was 101 degrees. I didn't know it could go over 100! By the time I got home closer to 8 PM it was down to 92, and felt blessedly cool. Well, only by comparison.
So I am the Princess of Airflow (or perhaps Queen of Airflow in Training). I remembered which doors to open, how to install the fan in the dining room window (pushing air out, which pulls it through the house). The bedroom is now 78 degrees. Tolerable. I needed to stand on a stool in the shower to open the sliding window a bit more. A running joke: I married Linda for her height, and she married me for my warmth (her feet were always cold, a family condition).
It's still 81 outside in the front. Tomorrow all the weathermen say it will be a bit cooler, but the offshore breezes won't be back until Sunday. Even San Francisco is very hot, which is extremely unusual. You all know the saying, "the coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." Though a quick check of Snopes reveals that Mark Twain did not say it.
Today was the landmark decision by the California Supreme Court (in case you missed it) reversing the 2006 ruling of the state appeals court upholding the ban on gay marriage, and stating that the constitution of the state of California guarantees equality. Lots of celebrating out there.
One small person who doesn't eat at home regularly except for breakfast does not generate very much garbage. Still haven't started the papers back. Maybe I just won't. Loads of laundry are small and infrequent. The dishwasher runs once a week.
The "pink pages," the entertainment and massive puzzle section of the Sunday SF Chronicle from April 13 sits unopened on the stand in the entry. I have not done a crossword puzzle in over a month. What's up with that?
