It’s summer. And yes, I love, love, love, summer. But 2026 summer? She gots to go! There’s hot and then there’s 2026 balls-and-boob-sweat hot… and it’s everywhere. The globe is basically boiling, and honestly, moving quickly right now feels like a personal attack. The ‘prison-style shank’ kind of attack. On too many days these past few months, walking outside feels like stepping into Satan’s pizza oven. We’re done, we’re crispy, yet someone keeps turning up the dial. For the love of God, turn it off! Then only to have to dip into an office building or store, and in under three seconds after sliding through the doors, we’re held hostage…