No, Not This

It is going to be hot.  Can't walk on the sand, the sun cooks my skin with the heat, stay inside and hope the air conditioning can keep up hot.  101 frying, humid degrees.  We'll go back and forth for a week or so with extreme temperatures and either no rain or thunderstorms that startle me with cannon blasts shaking me from the inside out and rain down so hard streets flood and my garden is beaten.

I don't do hot well.  Too many days of it leave me depressed.  Where some encounter sadness in the winter, I rejoice at snow and crisp air.  Hot leaves me defeated, tired, and steals my motivation.  I am afraid of hot hot days and the drain they are.