Gosh, when it gets warm, my body acts like a cello left to get warped and out of tune. Things cool down and everythign tunes up, aligns correctly, and wants to get moving in breathless harmony with the breezes and rhythms of the spirit of the universe.
Warm... it's like everything spreads out and separates. I try to do something and all the parts are colliding and I just want to lay down, except that's miserable, too. (Sometimes doing something helps - if the sweat can keep up.)
Our heat index is stuck at 110 - temp went up but the humidity dropped a little. I'm glad to be inside. (With a long-sleeved shirt on. When it's hot I can't adjust to the a.c. either.)