Unexpected Downside of Being Thinner #2

I'm freezing ALL the time.

I'm wearing long jammie pants to bed. Sometimes with a hooded sweatshirt. With the hood up. And socks.

I absolutley hate wearing socks to bed. I hate having things all wrapped around my legs as I flop around. I hate having Jim's furnace body too close to mine as I try to sleep.

But here I am. Clinging to him for dear life as if we're buried in an iceberg together.

Now, I know there could be other reasons for the change in my internal thermometer. But menopause works the other way, right? Too hot. Not too cold.

So shush your mouth.