I don't know what's come over me this summer, but when I had to bake a loaf of bread last week on a hot day, I didn't mind doing it. Over the past two summers I put my enjoyment of learning to bake bread on hold because I couldn't bear to think of using the oven.
I also have not put on the air conditioner nearly as often as in previous years. Only when it's been 90 or above. I don't know what's up with me, but I'm glad of it.