I also feel as though I've stored up so much heat in myself that I wouldn't be cool for a week even if a freak winter storm suddenly turned up. In fact I'd probably be able to heat the house just by breathing. I'm quite sure that when I ate a bite of raw carrot this evening it was cooked before I'd finished chewing it.
Tomorrow, thankfully, is supposed to be about ten degrees cooler than today was, There's an outside chance that I'll survive the week. Odds are better that next week I'll wish that I hadn't.
There's also good news, though: Tonight I hear two crickets chirping. A doubling of the cricket population must be a good sign.