It is not yet blisteringly hot, just enough to make me sweat looking out of the window. My ranch on the high plains in Oregon got much more uncomfortable is July/August, the dirt in the horse exercise circle would literally catch fire at high noon. My original homeland was on the chilly side, summer just meant just a few days of very bright sunshine providing lobster red burns to any exposed skin, sun creme was ever considered somewhat Whimpy.
For some obtuse reason my system has always managed to adapt to whatever the weather gods choose to provide, whether hot, wet, mild, or freezing. Must be the Olde Norse that still courses through my veins.