Yes, I live in a desert. I know this. And, really, I'm fine with the whole concept of "desert" right up through about 90 degrees. After that, I long for Scotland with increased fervor.
Let me just say that a heavy cloud cover came in this evening --- and the temperature DROPPED to 94.
My dad went to the grocery store, and his car thermometer registered 109 all the way there and back again.
I went to a doctor's appointment at about the same time. My car thermometer registered 104 all the way there and 105 all the way back.
But the real joy was returning to the car AFTER the doctor appointment. The car had been in the sun on black top for one hour. The car temperature? 122 F. Yeah, that's toasty.
We're going to be in triple digits all this week now. These are the times I long to live in a place where you don't break a sweat just walking from room to room. Ugh.