The central A/C in my new singlewide trailer (where my new office is located) is fighting to keep up. My office is currently maintaining 89 degrees F. Our main house does better, since it's a house, on a concrete foundation, and has a stone exterior.
But it feels apocalyptic out there, like we're on another planet, or in the midst of a disaster in progress, caused by the sun, a comet, an asteroid, a pole shift, etc.
It's something more appropriate for a sci-fi disaster movie than real life.
We're also in the midst of a high-pressure-system-induced drought, which has gone on for a couple months already. We don't get rain for months at a time, then we'll get 3/4 of a year's worth over a few weeks. That's how Texas rain works. I call it "monsoon season" with very little humor or exaggeration.
Update: It's now 108, feels like 115.
Meanwhile, in my hometown in northern Illinois, it's "84, feels like 88" and it goes down to 63 at night. If I still lived there, I wouldn't even need A/C.