The Cleveland Clinic is as beautiful and efficient a hospital as you can imagine. It has a plethora of high end technology, all of which generates a lot of heat. They also tell us that germs like it warm. For those reasons, they keep the temperatures in the ICU seriously chilly. The nurses all dress in several layers, often including some sort of sweater, and yesterday the nurse for the next room was wearing a quilted (outerwear) jacket with her uniform.
As I sit, hour upon hour, next to Scott's bed, I get cold. I'm knitting mittens for Mountain Colors right now, and the wool in my lap is not making me any warmer. I have decided, though, that when I finish these mittens they are going on my hands. (They'll get to Montana soon enough.) I know it's August. It's 80+ degrees outside. But it's 63 in here. I'm cold.
Unless I'm having a hot flash. In my entire experience of the hot flashes, this is the one situation in which I'm truly grateful for them. For 20-45 minutes at a time, I'm finally warm enough! It makes wardrobe planning tricky, and I've become a big lover of scarves and shawls in this strange interlude of my life.