I’m in San Francisco for our gala fundraiser today. It's warm enough that I'm wandering around in a tee shirt and my gigantic sunglasses. Yesterday, I saw my brother and spent the morning tanning and reading legal theory by a rooftop pool. Afterwards, I spent the better chunk of my afternoon in sunny cafes in the Mission catching up on reading over iced coffee and vegan scones. I'm probably less stressed than I have been for about a year, which keeps making me wonder why I live in New York.
(And then I think about going out walking in search of coffee in Palo Alto and ending up looking around and seeing nothing but highway in any direction and settling for drip coffee from a Chevron, and then I remember why I live in New York.)