Mrs RB3, putting in my 2 cents worth…
Getting older really stinks sometimes, and it is easy to complain about things over which we have little control.
I generally do not like winter, and living in an old stone house has not improved this attitude much. About the time we think we are moving into spring, winter comes back with a vengeance, and waking up in a cold house is not a lot of fun.
When it is 23 degrees outside, 59 degrees inside, and you’re waiting for the wood stove to do its thing, sometimes a hot flash is rather enjoyable.