Feelin’ hot hot hot! It’s

It's hot here in the city. I mean really hot – not capris with a San Francisco fleece weather, but tank and shorts hot. It’s so hot that Linzy even made it to the beach – Baker! The funny thing is, although we’re mostly Californians here, people don’t seem to know what to do with themselves. The street is filled with scantly clad girls holding their boyfriends’ hands. The boyfriend in most of these pairs has layers draped over him holding sweatshirts and sweaters just in case. The sidewalks are blinding – I don’t think San Francisco has seen this much leg or arm in years. Truly, walking outside is a blinding effort. I love it. Now to go lay on the roof and pretend to read while I doze into a nice, warm, afternoon nap.