Sorry I haven't been blogging lately — we just returned from a trip to New York to see my brother. Let me tell you: It is good to be back in the fog. We had a great time in Brooklyn and saw lots of cool stuff, but — damn — New York weather in August is ghastly. It was like one giant greenhouse.
As always, I was a trooper about it and didn't complain (much). But Kelly's iPhone would taunt us every day with its live weather info. One day (when it was 90-something in NYC, with, like, 200% humidity), the iPhone claimed San Francisco had a high of 58 degrees. That can't have been right, can it?
I find it's harder and harder to deal with that kind of weather as I get older. Maybe living on the East Coast is just a young man's game.