Seeing gray every waking hour is not a good thing – referring to the dense fog and gloom cloaking all of San Francisco from mid-June to mid or late September. I keep forgetting how the dreary atmosphere can play up on my moods. You know, feeling sluggish, uninspired, questioning life, my existence. I normally put all these thoughts aside when the sun is out, and the temperatures upwards of 70’s.
So, by Sunday night, all I do is crave color and naturally an English cottage getaway of course.