The crazy-warm weather that we in San Francisco enjoyed all weekend is now ending. It’s still sunny but the wind is now picking up and coming in from the Pacific, and what I call the “fickle fingers of fog” are now streaming over Twin Peaks to start there way down the 24th Street corridor in Noe Valley. I can see on the other side of Diamond Heights that Glen Park is already fog-shrouded.
Well – no dinner on the roof tonight. But I will sleep better at least.