Come join me under my black umbrella, Mudede, as we skulk along in our long back coats and fingerless gloves, and thank the gloom for its cool, damp embrace.

I moved up here from Louisiana because I longed to live somewhere cold and gloomy rather than hot and muggy and mosquito-ridden (also fewer bigots and deplorables up here). I'm enjoying this "Spring".

I'm somewhat enjoying our coldest spring in memory down here as well (lows still haven't escaped the 40s. For mid-April that is... troubling), with one major caveat: homes in San Francisco are cold as fuck. Outdoor chill = refreshing. Indoors = sweet Jesus take me we pay way too much for this bullshit.