Blech. I hate waking up from a hot flash and needing to air out everything to dry off.

Zack's just like, "Oh hey, you're awake now! Turn on the faucet for me, let me drink my fill, and now time for cuddles."

ugh

...and aaaaugh, there was a dead grasshopper in my slippers. I may be the "happy" recipient of a feline "I love you" gift. /shudders and puts on socks

hug