hot enough for me

The weather has turned unseasonably hot. Really hot. After a strange spring of tornadoes and cool temps, this is unexpected. It usually does not get this hot until August. My tolerance for the heat diminishes as I age. And grow heavier. I used to like it. Even lived in Atlanta in a house with no air conditioning for several years. That would be unthinkable now. Of course, I probably have thirty years, at the outside, before I get to the age where I'm always cold and have to wear a sweater in the summertime. So I should enjoy my sweat-soaked drawers while I can.