It is hot! I mean, it’s not Marrakech hot or Vegas hot or even Denver-in-July hot, but it is sunny and humid and I turn into a puddle of sweat (or rather, I glow) every time I step outdoors. After trying four different stores, I found a fan at the fifth and slept much better for it. Now I can stand in front of it when we come inside and I am a much happier flower.