100 degrees is no good for giving massages (I had to buy a tiny air conditioner for my room yesterday...sorry.) It is no good for the new shoots on my new plant that shriveled up into a crisp yesterday. It's no good for the old people who have no fans.
But still. . .
I love riding my bike through the heat, like I'm riding through water. I love lounging in the heat with a cigarette and a glass of whiskey and gingerale. I love the heavy wrap of it and the slick of sweat.