This has been my uniform the past few gray and drizzly weeks: cozy, huge sweater over dresses or jeans, warm leg ware, and ankle boots. SF summers are not for the faint of heart. Today as I blog this, though, there isn’t a cloud in the sky, and only a slight breeze ruffling the leaves of the trees outside my apartment. I may not be able to resist the urge to quit work for the day and take a picnic into the park to soak up some sun. You should join me. I dare you.