I worked in the garden this afternoon and felt too hot in the sun, although it only reached 72°F (22°C). I'm afraid I've become something of a Pacific Northwest hothouse flower, uncomfortable when it gets over 65. And we've got all of July and August ahead of us, with the temperature reaching into the high 80s. I will manage, but I won't be happy with those temperatures.
I realized at this late hour that I hadn't written a post for today, so this attempt is just to make myself feel better about my memory going. Sigh.