Time to bundle up. Summer has arrived in San Francisco. 53° F (I’m not kidding), and this is what it looks like:
The question I have is—and this might sound comical for my buddies in Tulsa who are getting roasted at 107° F—if I’ll make it through the summer without turning on the heater.
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