Remember what it was like to leave your house at 7 a.m. only to be gobbled up by humidity resembling the unstoppable pink goo in 1988’s The Blob? Remember when it was impossible to get through the day in dry clothes or without a rash on your thighs? Remember what it was like to stand still in the shade, only to emerge like a greased swine ready for hog-tying? For much of June and part of July this year, global warming suddenly got very real—with temperatures climbing as steep as 106 degrees. Right in the middle of the swelter, the derecho came around to knock the power out, making A/C a sought-after commodity. The heat even forced Metro tracks to expand, causing three cars on the Green Line to derail during rush hour on July 6, on the tenth consecutive day of 95-degrees-plus. But we were not alone. According to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, it was the third-hottest summer nationwide since the United States began keeping track of temperature averages in 1895 (only last year and 1936 were as hot or worse). So don’t complain if it gets a little chilly this winter; the way things are going, this could be one of the last cold ones.