What a lovely summer we’re having, eh? Last night I went to dinner in San Francisco wearing nothing but a tank top, jeans, a sweater, sheepskin boots, a down parka and a fur-lined hood. Hot town, summer in the city!
This is the perfect weather to get my outdoor work done without melting, of course. I could be out there weather-proofing the new lawn furniture that our guests obligingly put together over the Fourth of July weekend, or planting things in the front yard, or painting my shelves. Unfortunately it’s also the perfect weather to sit in my library with my purple afghan on my knees and re-read all my Lord Peter Wimsey mysteries, so guess which thing I’m doing.
Pardon me, Gaudy Night and a pot of tea seem to be calling my name.