Today is another day of oppressive heat in San Francisco.
I feel as if the life is draining out of me as I sit in front of a fan and wait for the temperature to drop.
There is something anxiety provoking about a Spring and Summer without rain, and now three days of crushing heat and humidity.
The San Francisco weather page says that it is 68 degrees Fahrenheit in the city but my thermometer reads 88 degrees Fahrenheit.
Regardless of the actual temperature my body is reacting to the heat.
And all I can think of is sleep.