This Weekend I Learned How Many Cold Baths A Day Make Heat Waves Bearable (Hint: It's One More Than You Think.)

Fabulous humans! I hope you had a restful and relaxing Labor Day. In San Francisco, we had record-setting heat, which meant that I spent much of my long weekend in my blackout curtains-drawn apartment—remember, we don’t do AC in the Bay Area—with two fans pointed at me while re-watching Brooklyn Nine Nine. Considering it at one point got up to 94 degrees F (34 degrees C for my Canadian brethren) INSIDE MY APARTMENT, I have no regrets and will not be taking any questions at this time. 


  • From the Washington Post Editorial Board in ‘Four more years of Trump’s contempt for competence would be devastating’: “The so-called adults in the room in the early days of this term have left and written books about how unpleasant it was to be in that room. Often it didn’t matter anyway, because this president rarely listens and almost never reads. He has been called “unbriefable.”” 

  • Throughout the pandemic, technology companies have trumpeted the ways they’ve been supporting employees with children, granting extra time off for parents who need to balance the lack of child care AND at-home schooling requirements. And while many of these policies have been applauded, The New York Times reports that childless workers at these same companies are beginning to voice their displeasure with the extra benefits afforded to parents, but not to them. (H/t Mum of the Missive)

  • Hey folks, if you went out and about for Labor Day this past weekend, I hope you took the necessary precautions to keep you, your family, and your neighbors safe: How Your Labor Day Blast Could Make Pandemic Life Worse in the Fall.

  • Ugh, Jerry Falwell Jr. is such a farce that I’m sure this storyline was cut from The Righteous Gemstones for being too on-the-nose: ‘How Jerry Falwell Jr. mixed his personal finances with his university’s’.

  • And finally, wanna be taken back to a more innocent time when California was a swing state and presidential debates happened in SF’s Palace of Fine Arts? A time when a presidential candidate (Carter) could wander the streets of SF in the morning whilst the president (Ford) over-prepared for and eventually blundered a foreign policy question and inspired a sticky SNL impersonation? REMEMBER WHEN IT MATTERED WHETHER OR NOT A PRESIDENT UNDERSTOOD THE NUANCES OF EASTERN EUROPEAN GEOPOLITICS? ‘Scuze me while I scream into a pillow for a little while. Thank you Friend of the Missive Greg K for writing this delightful bit of SF presidential history.

That’s it for this morning! Shake off those long weekend cobwebs and let’s get to work. Be kind to each other, and please wear a mask!

Xoxo Amy