I need to have two great bursts of energy.  One that will motivate me into thoroughly cleaning the house and one that will make me finish my book.  Three would be even better the third could be used for weeding and mulching the gardens.

     Instead, I have hot flashes which make me feel torpid and in need of naps.  Maybe if they’d allow me to sleep through the night instead of waking me every two hours I might have some get-up-and-go.  It’s so nice to be deep asleep, dreaming, and resting well.  Conversely, it is unpleasant to be suddenly jolted from said restful sleep by something as rude as a hot flash.

     It’s a shame I can’t use that inner-child-playing-with-matches energy, as I’d like.  If I could, I have a house worthy of Good Housekeeping instead of Hovel Today.  My book would be sitting in some publisher’s desk, and my gardens weeded and mulched. 

     Alas, unlike the sun that we can use to power our homes, we can’t harness that hot flash power.