That title has a double meaning. Today, it's 88 degrees F. (31 C.) and so humid that you can sweat standing still in one of the multitude of stores with inadequate air conditioning. Summer is going out kicking and screaming and I'm just about ready to scream from putting up with it. I'd kick someone as well if I thought it'd clear the steam from the air and dial down the heat. The high temperature today, by the way, was 91 degrees F. :-p
My weather widget claims that the coming week starting tomorrow is going to be milder, but I've come to realize that that widget is a stylish-looking, slickly designed liar. Yesterday, it claimed today's high would be 84 (which would be bad enough with this humidity), but now it's 88. In fact, everyday it gives high temperatures that are lower than reality. You'd think it'd learn to fudge the numbers instead of giving me false hope.
The worst thing about living in Tokyo (barring a really bad earthquake which fortunately has not happened during my stay) is the summer. It starts popping up like an unwanted guest around late April and then starts becoming a regular visitor in May. By June, it's the smelly deadbeat who is sleeping on your sofa day-in and day-out who you're barely putting up with. By the end of September, you're ready to throttle that deadbeat to get it the hell out of your house. Summer has completely overstayed its welcome.