Sunday, obviously, was a touch on the warm side; Monday, too. After 18 years in Iowa, and having lived through days when the heat index was 113 degrees and stepping outside was akin to wrapping yourself in a wet wool blanket on the surface of the sun, you’d think I’d be used to these kinds of temperatures. “But it’s a dry heat,” Phoenix, Ariz., residents will tell you. You know what? I understand humidity, but 120 degrees, dry heat or no, is still warm.