Hot, hot, hot day

It's 97 degrees. 97 degrees. It was in the 20s this winter for a long stretch. Highly unusual. I've lived in west central Florida for decades. Ain't never melted in 97 degrees, ever. But today I am. And it's only June 12th. I can't even imagine what July and August are going to be like. Be afraid, be very afraid. What a year to live in an old wood-frame house without central heat and air.