I’m pretty certain it was Mark Twain who said “the coldest winter I ever spent, was summer in San Francisco.”

It is a touch brisk here, but a welcome change. Some of the fog has burned off here in Berkeley, and I came across this little area when I was almost at my hotel. I love it out here. Something about this area just felt right to me 10 years ago when I was here the first time.

I’m going to finish up a quick lunch and a Red Bull and go sit through meetings now. Which is going to be hard to do knowing what lies just outside…