I’m definitely not a cactus or even a succulent plant. Admittedly, I wither at 82 degrees, even lower if humidity is forcing swampiness. So when my fuel pump went out in 109 degree weather in Palm Springs, CA last summer it literally swore me off going there ever again, well at least May to October. Heat does not mess around even when people try to convince you “But it’s a dry heat.” So is your hair dryer and I don’t want that blasting in my face all day either.