"There is no such thing as global warming." Yeahh.

So it's going to be in the low 90s in San Francisco today -- it's already around 80 -- and I tell you what, for this one day, I'm ignoring the fact that soon enough this whole town will be underwater, and I'm going out to run -- OUTSIDE. Not on the treadmill, away from the whipping winds and the frigid arctic blasts of the typical SF day -- no, I'm going OUTDOORS.

Walking to work this morning -- in a miniskirt and flip-flops! -- it felt like walking to my summer internships in New York back in the day. Warm, with a hint of the genuine hotness to come soon enough. Mornings started later in NYC -- people here get to work at 8:00, an unholy and inhuman hour to begin work, if you ask me -- so I'd be right in the thick of the morning rush at 9:00, 9:30 (Intern Time). The subway was, of course, a steambath, but it wouldn't be as bad in the morning as it was in the afternoon on the way home -- it would still feel somewhat refreshing to come up out of the tunnel in the a.m. I'd usually stop in at whatever was my corner deli at X Unpaid Gig for an iced coffee regular and an onion bagel w/scallion cream cheese, and try not to sweat too much in my College-Budget Kind-of-Officewear (no flip-flops -- it was the early '90s, and the East Coast) before I even got to the building to begin another day of stepping and fetching (and in one horrible, memorable case, cold-calling for product placement). Good times, good times.