I get to work my dream shift this week: 1-9 p.m. It might not be quite so dreamy if it winds up being 1 p.m.-7 a.m. like I fear it might, but for now I can be up late with Eric at night and run errands and go swimming in the mornings.
For some reason work seems more incidental when it happens in the middle of the day, plus I can let someone else pay to keep me in air conditioning all evening.
The heat has gotten monotonous, but most everyone I know has gotten more or less used to the discomfort. Now we just laugh in outraged disbelief that it can be 105 degrees day after day after day.