Still adjusting to the new house. This weekend gave us the hot weather test. Davis is a place where it gets hot, very hot, and I’m not joking. Just not usually this early! Mid-90s weather came out of nowhere, disguised in mid-80s forecasts, just in time for Picnic Day (and it always feels hotter in Picnic Day crowds). That’s mid-90s as in Fahrenheit, not as in Britpop. On Saturday we sweltered, but by Sunday, another scorcher, we’d figured it out. It’s starting to cool down again now, so this was just a dress rehearsal for the real stuff in July. Come on Davis Summer, do your worst.