In San Francisco one dares not complain when the sun shines and it actualy feels warm. So this is surely going to come back to haunt me. The last two days ago I kept having to move around the house to stay in the sunlight, because the house was, as usual, too cold. This morning I find I have to move out of the sunlight because its too hot.
Wah! I just know that by 4pm this afternoon a cold finger of fog will be pointing at me from Twin Peaks, egged on by a skin-slicing wind.