Imitation of a limp rag

Sylvie has spent the last two days lying stretched out on the rug wherever there might be an air current, trying to cool down.  There's little hope of that, although the temperature has dropped to 95 degrees, down from 106.  I myself am just a puddle of sweat, guzzling gallons of ice water in front of fans.  I'm so bedraggled that I haven't left the apartment for cooler climes in the building.  Tomorrow, with the forecast once again over 100,  I plan to spend most of the day in an air-conditioned space.  For now, a cool shower will have to do and some time in front of my new fan (Extra).  I hope all of you had comfortable days and no one had heat stroke.