While it has cooled to a mere 78 degrees outside, inside the apartment it is still 91 degrees after more than 2 hours of running fans with the windows open. My alpaca scarf knitting project and merino sliver spinning project both sit here on my desk, but I cannot work on them today. Much, much too hot to do anything wooly, or anything cotton-y, for that matter. San Francisco doesn’t have many heat waves, but when it does, it’s a doozy. I think I’ll go read the Yarn Harlot’s new book tonight while I fan myself. What a delicate flower I have become.