It's really hot. It's so hot that at 11pm last night I was pushing Isaac on the swings in his underwear just to cool him down. It's so hot that I've been dragging a industrial sized fan around the house with me like it's my personal life line. It's so hot that a well balanced diet consists of ice cream sandwiches and popsicles. (dairy, "bread", fruit-like substance.... almost as good as Bill Cosby's chocolate cake) It's really hot.