microclimates

The heat wave across the Midwest and East Coast, the fires in Colorado... even the 100-degree-topping temperatures in the inland areas of the Bay Area (how's that for an oxymoron?) are making the news.

And then there's little old me, living right next to the ocean and for half the day, blissfully ignorant of any sunshine. My house is wrapped in a cozy blanket of fog, and that's the way I like it.

The exact border between fog and sunshine varies each day but it's always a very clear line that I cross on the commute to and from work. The gate to misty moors of Scotla, er, San Francisco can be as far west as 33rd Avenue and east as the Masonic-Presidio tunnel (referencing Richmond district landmarks.)