Once upon a time I lived aboard a boat in South Florida for three years in the 90's.
Hot hot hot all the time. Bet it's even hotter now.
After I sell the farm, for a hundred grand I could buy a big old motoryacht and live aboard in the Outer Bahamas.
Rum and the baking sun instead of arthritis meds...

It's during Winter I think of these things, a recurring seasonal event.
and I would get that job with the local resort driving an old Ford with turf tires up and down
the 6 mile long white powder sand beach pulling a chain link drag.
Canopy on top, bright blue water and the sound of the surf a constant companion.
And while the sun is hot hot hot, the breeze off the ocean takes all the heat away.
ok, who wants to sign up? It's a big beach...