Today
As I sit in my apartment, which doesn't have air conditioning, because usually nobody needs air conditioning ever in San Francisco, I realize that I have become a total pansy when it comes to extreme weather. And by "extreme" I mean "colder than 45, warmer than 75." So seeing my car register 100 today made me just about poop my pants with fear.
I used to be impervious to extreme weather. -10 in January. 98 in June. No big deal. Three years in San Francisco and now I can't handle a little heat.
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