It did not seem hideously hot today. The temperature is rising just a bit each day, so I'm like the frog that's getting slowly boiled. The biggest jump is going to come from Thursday to Friday, and Friday night is when the higher nocturnal temperatures also kick in, so my guess is that by Saturday I'll know about the boiling and won't be at all happy about it. It's probably a good thing, then, that I'm probably going to go shopping on Friday (92 degrees) again this week instead of Sunday (100 degrees and following an overnight low of 73 (73!) degrees.)
But I don't want to think about that now. It's too horrible. I want to think about how pleasantly cool the air is flowing through my window tonight. I want to think about how nice it's going to be to sleep under a blanket tonight, probably for one of the last times for quite some time. I'm going to miss that when summer comes breathing its hot air down my neck.