One of the worst things in San Francisco, during the summer months, of course is the fog and cold, which make it really difficult to enjoy the season. So, while I spend hours in my home office, drafting my second novel, meanwhile impatiently waiting for the first one to be published, I realize, rolled up in a blanket,  the days are getting shorter and that typical sadness, I feel with the change of season, is lurking within, waiting for that unexpected second to rear its ugly head. Someday, I’ll move away to warmer climates, if not for a lifetime, perhaps just for the summer months. 🙂