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As I draft this at 5pm on October 23, it’s 102 degrees in Los Angeles. Though the signs of autumn are evident with the fading light, we’re burning up here (figuratively and literally). 15 years ago, when I first moved to the Southland from San Francisco, I remember the evenings as usually cool, even in summer, which made for good sleeping weather. Now, it’s always hot. My dog Rose is not a happy camper. Neither is her Mom.
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