See that picture? That's how our feet looked a lot of the time that we were tramping across the U.K. During those long hours of slogging I would fantasize about sitting in the heat on my front porch.
If you had told me then that I'd be sitting here in my office two weeks later with the windows wide open so I can hear and smell a small smattering of rain, I wouldn't have believed you. But I am. Because of course I sat on my porch in the blazing heat and went damn! It sure is hot!
I know. I'm SO high maintenance.