I couldn't seem to put on enough clothes to stay warm last week, but I've always been able to find shade in August. And even when the asphalt is melting, it seems preferable to the thick coating of slick ice we had to deal with on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Memory is a tricky thing.
I'm pretty sure last August was miserable. It just doesn't look that way now. Since nothing awful happened to me last week to etch the ice storm into my mind permanently, it will fade away pretty quickly, and I probably won't even remember it when August catches fire in 2001. I marvel at old-timers who can recall all the Great Storms they've lived through. They have better memories than I do, or perhaps we have developed modern ways to make storms less ferocious in their effects on daily life and it's a rare one that becomes Great enough to stay lodged in the gray matter.