It’s been around 100 degrees here for a week; last year we didn’t even hit that mark. So it seems extra hot somehow and the air conditioning is working overtime because it’s not cooling off at night like it usually does in the desert.
Naturally, there’s a quote for this:
“From midnight on, it seemed a volcano beyond the town was smoldering red-hot ashes everywhere, crusting slumberless night watchmen and irritable dogs. Each house was a yellow attic smoldering with spontaneous combustion at three in the morning.”
(By Mr. Ray Bradbury in Dandelion Wine, of course.)