Point taken: no matter how much I thought Centretown felt like a sauna over the weekend, merely walking to the (thankfully air-conditioned) Y and back, it can always be much worse.
Think you were hot yesterday?
You weren't, really.
The 75 firefighters who spent yesterday afternoon in full firefighting gear at a brush fire, slogging through a boot-gripping marsh -- they were hot. [...]
To get an idea of how hot it was inside the firefighting suits, Capt. McBride suggested imagining hammering nails into a deck or digging a ditch in yesterday's [31 C / 88 F] heat.
"Now put on a snowmobile suit and dig that ditch," he said. "You're sort of like a chunk of roast beef."
Ow. I'm getting faint just thinking about it. I don't know if I would have survived, living in an age before the advent of central air...