A disagreeable consequence of losing weight is that your clothes no longer fit. I have two reasonable suits but the trousers now balloon around me.
I walk one block back into NOPA to Sunshine Cleaners. Smiling, very small, Chinese lady shows me to the fitting room, which is a tiny curtained-off section of the entrance and pins up two pairs of trousers. ” Ready on Tuesday.”
So why am I writing this? After a couple of years in rural France, I love how easy it is to get stuff done in San Francisco.