Hot flashes are a handy thing to have…sometimes
DH keeps the thermostat set at a not so green temperature because he gets cold so easily. This old house of ours does have some drafts that at times that will drive you under an afghan or have you calling the dogs to sit with you.
Hot flashes or what I like to call ‘my inner child who plays with matches’ do come in handy at times. Of course, she doesn’t play with matches on command, which would make her an even handier thing to have. There has been a time or two where I’ve wished for a hot flash this winter.
Last night I wished for one. For some reason I couldn’t get warm. I was so chilly that I called Gavin up onto the chair with me and covered us up with a throw. Gavin loves snuggling under covers so he didn’t mind.
Then there have been times where I’ve suffered from too much inner heat. Like when I’m trying to sleep, on a very hot summer day, or while I’m standing in line at a store. Those are times where having a hot flash is most uncomfortable.
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Doggonedmysteries 
I didn’t do the hot flash routine, my internal thermostat went to high one day and stayed there for almost three years. Now, a good decade and a half later, my inner child has discovered matches!
This I understand is not particularly unusual, but I can assure you, I have much much better things to be doing with my time at 3:30 in the morning than chase the cats away cause my internal power plant and humidifier went into overdrive.
I told my inner child that she wasn’t allowed to go to the PW conference this year. I can do without the extra heat during sessions.