I'm scared to imagine how terrifying/miserable/apocalyptic it's going to be in, say, July or August if it already feels like this in April!
My parents have opened their pool. "Floaties" is on my refrigerator pad grocery/items-to-buy list. Climbing to the top of Pinnacle has now become a heat issue rather than a stamina issue. The AC is set to Auto/71. And we're playing with the garden hose and getting wet, people. Oh, and if you're on BeeGee's front porch swing, you're going to be fending off mosquitoes. All signs point to summer.
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