It is hot.
I mean, it is REALLY stinkin' hot. Of course, it's also June, but does it have to be 100 degrees with a billion percent humidity?
No, it does NOT.
However, we live in Kansas. For the most part, this means that if the weather is not suited to one's taste, one need only wait five minutes and one will be granted an entirely new set of meteorological gripes.
I've been waiting all day and it's STILL boiling outside. Naturally, I'm in a coffeshop drinking hot coffee and contemplating a ball of wool.
In my defense, I'm going to knit some cute little frilly, girly baby booties for a co-worker's upcoming grandbaby with said wool. And the coffee? Hey, I read Giant about six times. I know all about using coffee to raise your internal temperature, thus making the air around you feel cooler.
Of course, the half-dozen ceiling fans blowing on me don't hurt, either. Now if I could just keep my palms from sweating all over my knitting...