Apparently menopause has transformed me into a woman with very specific environmental requirements.

I used to care about ambience.

Now I walk into a room and immediately locate the thermostat, assess available airflow, identify the nearest window, and determine whether anyone present looks like the kind of person who might say, “Is anyone else cold?”

That person is my enemy.

I have slept with one leg outside the covers. I have stood in front of an open refrigerator with absolutely no intention of retrieving food. I have considered whether the frozen-food aisle might permit long-term residency.

And somewhere along the way I realized something important:

Hot women need fans.

So I made us a website.

Welcome to my Personal Summer. 🪭🔥

Current survival strategy: Strategic airflow and zero tolerance for unnecessary sleeves.

Temperature preference: Apparently Antarctica.

Would I like you to touch the thermostat?

No.