Having experience steamy hot in the South (Forida, Lousiana, Georgia, Alabama) our high desert heat (95 yesterday) is very dry. so our swamp cooler turns the inside into a beautiful day. To consume suds, I have to shoot it into my stomach via feeding tube. In fact, that sounds like a good idea just now.
Our ranch house has a pretty good overhanging roof in front, which crates what the Spanish settlers in California knew, set up a breezeway and enjoy the natural cooling air flow that makes life in the hot places bearable. Anyone who trained at the Marine Corps San Diego camp knows how pleasant the old buildings breezeways are.
Now, where's that bourbon?
The more I do, the less I accomplish.