Ah, summer. Been a long time coming. And no, not the usual "June gloom" that means summer in San Francisco, with all-day fog, grabbing a sweater and a coat to head outside, Birkenstocks left in the closet. We are having sun, warmish days, with the fog coming in on its cats' feet overnight, keeping it comfortable. Perfect weather, in other words.
The sort of weather that makes one want to be outside, to find errands to run, and take long walks. I am doing all of the above, especially the latter. I just discovered that Fort Mason--the incredible bayside national park area--is 1.7 miles from my apartment, meaning a round trip walk is just shy of 3.5 miles, a respectable daily stroll complete with uphill portions. So long as it isn't raining, I will be making that stroll daily. Added bonus (aside from bay views and the scent of cones being made at Ghirardelli) is taking the walk on North Point Street, few tourist crowds. Yeah, Beach Street is prettier, but the people-dodging would make it a nightmare at any real walking speed.
The cats have been enjoying their favorite hobby of watching the pigeons. No nest this year, my balcony is empty of the junk that drew them here last year. They still wander the balcony and gaze at me and the kitties, somehow they know a screen keeps them from danger.
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