We’re in the dog days of summer, my darlings, a time of year in which the constellation Sirius appears to rise before the sun. Thank you friend of the Missive Charlie for enlightening us to the possible origins of this informative idiom, because in San Francisco it sure doesn’t refer to it being too hot, as I type here clad in hoodie and wool socks. Ah weather, what a charming and totally original topic to fall back on when you’re too damned tired to think of a clever opener before your coffee.