But it's a dry heat....

Driving through the Mohave Desert puts things into perspective.  That I would not survive without modern inventions and intervention.  "It's a dry heat" doesn't apply anymore.  It's friggin heat, 102 degrees of hotness that makes you sweat where God never intended you to sweat.  Then comes the chaffing. I'm using so much baby powder when I sat on the bed last night a white cloud emanated from my PJ bottoms.  I am NOT retiring anywhere south of Delaware. So stick that up your a@@.  Did I mention I hate heat?