One Hot Mamma

So much of the aging process remains a mystery to me which is probably not a bad thing since ignorance is bliss. I have been hearing my girlfriends talk about hot flashes and night sweats for as long as I can remember. Since I have spent most of my life feeling cold I rather looked forward to the random moments of warmth. Hooray. Alas, those moments have yet to appear. But my recent phenomenon of age is the night sweat. This has been going on for awhile. Initially, I blamed it on the two dogs and the cat with which I have the great pleasure of sharing the bed. Part of it is selfish; they generate a lot of heat. Two nights ago, I woke up with sweat in my ears. My face was dripping not to mention my pajamas were soaked as was the bed. I am not too alarmed yet, because I have paid money to sweat like this. This method is a whole lot cheaper than the spa. I always wake up and assume I have lost a pound or two. Of course I have not. I should wrap myself in herbs at bedtime and then I can have the benefit of the full spa treatment sans the Evian misting and silly new age music in the background.