Siberia here I come...

You know, I'm not sure where to begin this post.

I woke this morning, a little earlier then my normal time

(this 5 a.m. crap is for the birds)
And again, I was mad as hell. I had a reason this morning though...the Dementor.

(like there COULD be any other reason)

Let me explain:
Our weather, for the past 3 days has been glorious. Mid 70's during the day and into the lower 50's at night.

(Heck it even got to 45 one night..wohoo!)

Now, for a Crone who is always hot, what does this mean?
It means EVERYTHING!
All the windows were opened, the fans were blowing..ESPECIALLY at night bringing in all that cold air upon my over-heated, fat, southern powdered ass..I was in my element! I was actually sleeping better!
And then...........
It happened..........
The Dementor, upon wakening this morning decided he was 'cold' and turned off my fan. Turned off my coolness..in essence..turning off my sleep!
After he left for work, I woke. Not because of a noise, not because it was time, not because of anything other then..I was hot..I was sweating.
Something in the room had changed and I KNEW IT!
I sat bolt upright in the bed and peered into the darkness of the room..listening, like a puppy with their ears up, head cocked to the side.
AHAH! My fan was no longer pushing the chilly night air into the room. WTH?
The first words out of my mouth were "I'll be damned...he turned off my fan! ASSHOLE!..Just because YOU are cold does not mean you can take away my peace and tranquility!"

Out of the bed I came, and turned the fan back on just for spite. Needless to say, it was for my entertainment only.  It was 5 a.m., The Dementor had been gone for an hour.  He usually leaves at 4 a.m.
But I was awake now..sweating, in need of a bathroom. So here I sit, typing away, telling the world my woes. (shrug) what else are you gonna do at 6am in the morning. It's still dark out!

So, I woke on a bad note cussing the Dementor. I sure hope things get better.

(what a way to start the day huh?)

Will these hot flashes ever end?  I could be sitting in the middle of Siberia, naked and alone and still be sweating and cussing somebody!
 I had an elderly women once tell me I'd have the flashes for the rest of my life.
My question is..will I? Should I trust what she says, I mean..she was well into her 70's..so she's been through this already.
It is the voice of experience speaking when someone in their 70's tells you something you know.

(ohhhh puuuhleease say it isn't so!) 

This may well be my last post for the next week or so. I'll be leaving on Tuesday or Wednesday for a weeks vacation. With friends. Camping. In all the glorious chillyness. Yep..in a tent. Around a campfire.
I'm taking my Japanese hand fan with me.


The Crone of Cyber Siberia

Sage