And very still. And the only form of air conditioning in the house is a desk fan (uh, note to people who live in hot climates where AC is prevalent: it's more or less redundant for about 46 weeks of the year in Britain, where you generally need central heating, not cooling).
And I'm trying to finish City of Lust. But my brain, it is melting. Melllltiiiing!
So while I try to think of some way to cool down that doesn't involve drowning myself in a vat of lager, have some pictures of Spike enjoying the sun. Despite that thick fur coat of his, he gives every appearance of enjoying the heat. Mad cat.