A co-worker told me Friday afternoon that a weatherman had promised ‘the best weekend of the year.’ A different co-worker (a surfer) took a look at his favorite weather maps and seemed to agree. After enjoying the sun, blue sky, and very light winds of the last two days, I think the forecast was spot on. Wow. We may have nine months to go in the year, but hard to imagine that a San Francisco summer will offer such promise again. I wasn’t outside the whole time, but enough to think it was hot. At 75 degrees, I’m clearly Northern California soft now.