A hundred and four yesterday, and it stayed at 100° or higher for a good seven hours. This is bearable, just, but cooling off after dark seems to be theoretical at best: I made my trip down to the curb to retrieve the Sunday paper this morning, circa 5 am, and it was still sorta sweaty out there. (Sunrise comes around 6:40 these days.) From the looks of things, the heat isn’t going away any time soon.
None of this is especially remarkable for this part of the world, this time of the year, but it does wear on you: I knocked out about twenty-five minutes of yard work yesterday, and afterwards I felt like I’d been swimming in potato soup.