877 minutes of daylight. What will you do with it all? It's the longest day of the year, the summer solstice, and while it's a mucky, cloudy 92 degrees in New York right now, it's a lovely and perfect 72 where we're sitting. There's more time for sitting on a bench behind the Ferry Building than there will be all year today, or in the unofficial dog park atop Nob Hill in front of Grace Cathedral, or in Dolores Park listening to someone fifty feet away play guitar.
You have time today for a longer lunch, for stopping into a store before dinner, for having an extra drink on the patio before moving on. Maybe read something that's not on a computer. Write back to your sister finally. Take the long way home. It's all downhill from here.