In my 51st cycle of life, having just made 50 this last autumn, I'm enjoying very few hot flashes. What a menace those buggers are. It's absolutely wonderful to be able to wear sweaters and scarves again. During hot flash season, I have to dress in layers so I can strip down as needed. Even in below-zero temperatures, I find myself sweating like a draught horse under anything more than a simple tee and shorts. I can't bung my clothes off without feeling self-conscious. I wear flops around the house, but that won't do in public. Needless to say then, I'm chuffed to bits to be moving out of a flash season.
Happy New Year to everyone at home. I miss you a bleeding lot and hope you miss me as well. Cheers!
