Until a couple of years ago, I would go for afternoon walks on even the hottest days. Two relatively mild summers in a row have spoiled me. Now, even the evenings feel uncomfortably warm. I become more like the cats, desiring to spend the hot hours of the day napping in some dark corner. Unfortunately, no one is going to open a can of food for me, so I must go now and cook. I wonder if I could adjust to a raw diet?
Later: Sluggo had to nap before I could post. The evening has turned almost pleasant, with a bit of breeze helping to dissipate the day's heat. No sign of clouds yet, but last night they didn't begin to form until well after moonrise. I can wait.