Well, no one can tell me that "It's a dry heat" makes a difference. I remember the day I went to the mall to buy some sheets and towels after we had just moved into our first house. Temperature: 117 degrees F. I had tears in my eyes and thought to myself "It's not fit for any living thing."
No wonder I spent all my time exercising at the gym. I only wish I had started cycling seriously when I was younger, but every time I tried, it was too hot for me.
One of my kids' birthday is April 13th. We used to have a breakfast party, starting at 8 AM, so they could play outside and be finished by 10:30 when it would be 100 degrees. I think we should have had summer vacation in the winter, since no one can be outside in the summer.
Every time I go out to my car after work and the wind is blowing snow and it's 20 degrees out, I remember what 117 felt like and how I had to hold a rag in my hand to open up the car door.