Remember when I announced that fall had arrived? I think I was a little premature. Yes, it's October, which is traditionally summer in San Francisco. Confused? Me too. In October you can go outside without a sweater on. This is huge, people. I sleep in a sweater. No, seriously, sometimes I do. To Evan's everlasting chagrin. My closet is full of sweaters. One big giant sweater pile. I wear one every day. Every . single . day. I don't wear just a shirt, and I never wear a jacket.
San Francisco is a city full of people wearing sweaters. Except for these past few weeks when we were temporarily liberated.
But now fall's arrived, and my hands are cold again, as usual. And it's time for the sweaters to come back in full force. I swear, two days ago there were no leaves on the ground and then today, there they were. Crunching under my feet all along the blocks.
Well, fall, welcome. Again. Don't worry. I've got my sweaters ready.
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