You know, a few days ago, I kept waking up through the night because it was cold and I didn’t wake up long enough to think about getting my quilt. The night after that, I put my quilt on the bed–and needed to use it. The night after that (last night), it was hot in here and I wore a t-shirt to bed instead of my long-sleeved sweatshirt.
And now, it’s hot again. It’s 76 degrees on my clock/thermometer, which is about six feet off the ground. I’m wearing my long-sleeved sweatshirt, which is not very heavy. It’s more like a thermal shirt. And it’s time to put on the t-shirt again.
I am far too young to be going through menopause. And I refuse to turn on the air conditioning.
Damn, it’s hot in here. I’m going upstairs to change.