I gotta say this. Couple of years ago I moved from nordic, icy, chilly Boston to this supposedly hot spot in the Sandwich Islands called the island of Hawaii. It's somewhere in the high 70s (Fahrenheit) right now (just as it was in mid-January). There's a nice breeze off the ocean, so it doesn't seem oppressive at all. If it gets too warm indoors, I just turn on the big ceiling fan which comes with the apartment and makes me think I'm on one of the sets of Casablanca
. I have no room air-conditioner. It woule be a waste of electricity; there's no need for it. (In Boston, I would have absolutely died w/o AC in July and August.)
It's a kind of schadenfreude
, I guess, to be sitting here in Hawaii, listening to the news about how people are suffering from the heat in New England. Heh-heh-heh.
(BTW, the temperature at the Mauna Kea summit at 7 p.m. local time last night was 34 degrees F., just barely above freezing. One night about a week ago it was 31 degrees. This is July in the Tropics, mind you.)