Well folks, it seems the sun has kicked it up a notch.
The sun is like that drunk guy at the party who likes to start fights with everybody; but if you avoid him and compliment him enough when directly in his path, he struts a little and puffs his chest at you but mostly lets you be.
(Today’s barely passable simile is brought to you by a heat-exhausted brain.)
Warning! System meltdown!
photo courtesy of Flickr and miss karen