Time for a martini

A phrase attributed to Mark Twain with which he accurately described San Francisco's traditional August weather. Almost all tourists have experienced packing for a typical Californian summer only to find themselves rushing to buy warm clothes on their first day.

Later, once you know it, you get used to the daily cycles. They start cold, warm up by midday, it's hot after lunch, and around tea time, a thick fog begins to appear that, at times, seems like a harbinger of the end of days but disappears by morning until the next day.

Today I met the lovely Dianne, owner of the most impressive vintage jewelry stores I've seen in a long time, one of those ladies you could talk to for hours. When I mentioned how strange it was to be in the sun and suddenly feel the cold and need a blanket to cope, she wisely told me, well, actually, when you feel the cold coming... I guess it simply means it's time for a martini.

Genius.