Tonight, a breeze that gave me chills, made me roll up the window, and inspired sweatshirt-wearing. I don’t think it’s ever felt so good to be a little cold.
And the best part of the evening? Seeing the week’s forecast, with every day’s high starting with number 7. No 9’s, and definitely no 10’s. Just 7’s. All week long.
(Tomorrow, I hope, a picture update of our incredibly lovely evening last night in San Francisco.)