I awoke rather slowly, and to the sensation of something or someone trying to crush me to death. I looked over to see my wife snug against me, looking for all the world as if she would not let me go. Also, the covers were thrown to the end of the bed. I had a prickling suspicion.
"Christine, you're having another hot-flash aren't you?" her only response was to nod. Who knew that later on, after so many years of marriage, my being cadaverously cold would be so useful?