Lordy, it's hot! Make that a HAWT! Every time it gets to be balmy, damp as a cellar, all mildewy (read this!) I can't help but think of the works of Tennessee Williams. I always feel a kindred love knowing along with the great characters of his work, we both have sweat dripping down our cleavage. Hell, even Marlon had some of that going on.
My favorite is 'The Roman Spring and Mrs. Stone.' Whew! Grab yourself a cold one and a hankie to wipe your brow because it is tor-rid! I watched it in January and still had to jump in the snow. (Side point: How nice would that be?!)
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be found on the beach with my face glued three inches from my D.H. Lawrence with a stiff neck and sunburn on half my fundament.