It’s summertime in America and many of you are suffering through sweltering heat and high humidity. I used to live in New York City, near Boston, in Chicago, in Dallas, and in DC and I can appreciate what you’re going through right about now.
Those are all great places to live, but with July about to wrap up and with August arriving in just a few days, I have to tell you, in all candor, I’m glad I don’t live in any of those places anymore.
I genuinely feel for you having to deal with the hot and muggy air, frequent thunderstorms, the buzz of electric fans, the hum of air conditioners, and having to bear the load of bloated electricity bills.
I, on the other hand, am quite comfortable in San Francisco. The highs during the day are in the mid-sixties and the lows at night reach the low fifties. The weather in this city, where it rarely gets into the 80s in the summer and never falls the freezing point in the winter, is, to me, ideal.
Now if they can only get all those numerous wildfires to the north, east, and south of San Francisco under control, this would be the perfect place to live.
And, oh yes, earthquakes.
Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge where the three things are buzz, July, and load. And for the Word of the Day Challenge, “candor,” and, of course, for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “comfortable.”