It hasn't taken me long to figure out how hot it is outside here in central Oklahoma because I can't come close to keeping my house cool.

80 degrees with the A/C running full blast.

However, I can totally deal with it thanks to the good folks at Wal-Mart, via a company called Massey. They make 10-inch or so fans, and they're sold at Wally World for $8 each, meaning I bought two, meaning I have four fans (two big and two small) throughout the house.

Dude, for that price, I could buy five of them and blow this place out.

It's a tad warmer than I would like, but it's comfortable, really. Therein lies the difference between my disdain for winter and my willingness to put up with 107-degree heat. The house is comfortable enough, and I don't have to alter my attire to walk out the door.

When it's 29 degrees out, you have to put on a jacket, at least. Pain in the butt.

I won't sing the praises of Oklahoma's asphalt-melting conditions the past week though because it really is too hot to get out and do much. I'm not jogging in this crap. I'll pull a Jim Fixx quicker than you can say "arteries blocked."

However, I've noticed folks in Norman walking super late at night, like at 10:30 p.m. That's something great about this town, the confidence to get outside and be among the darkness, alone even, without fear of mugging, drive-bys or any of that nonsense.

Alas, I'd prefer 85 degrees during the day and 62 at night, but I'm not going to complain with 107 and 75.

I am the lizard man.