Hmm, 81 degrees F and climbing. High humidity. My shovel is calling me to continue spreading the crushed coral. The iced tea is in the fridge.   I have no A/C (broken) in my car. A typical day in the tropics.

You get used to it. The tough part is the power failures that go on for hours, days, or, after a typhoon, weeks. A friend once said that at night it gets so quiet you can hear yourself sweat. But we end the day with a cool shower and lie under the fan. It's really quite nice.