Are you there, God? It’s me, Hot Flashes. I’m turning your thermostat up in mad dashes. One minute she’s freezing, the next she’s on fire, I’m the temperature demon she’s learned to despire. Are you there, God? It’s me, Night Sweats. I’m soaking her sheets with my liquid brunettes. She wakes up at 3 AM drenched like the sea, Then kicks off the covers and curses at me. Are you there, God? It’s me, Brain Fog. I’m hiding her car keys, her phone, her whole blog. She walks into rooms and forgets why