trying desperately to cool down...

I am telling you true, dear reader, I would rather be living back in Red Wing MN in the middle of winter than being this freakin' hot!
As if it's not bad enough that the temps here are hovering in the upper 90's with heat  indices of over 105, I have had the pleasure of experiencing hot flashes at precisely 430am....like frickin' clockwork!  What the hell?  I now understand why my mother insists on keeping her indoor temps hovering around freezing (dad complains he pulls out the parka most nights) just to sleep.  This is INSANE!  Shall we do a walk through of a typical night?  Why the hell not....
It takes over 1/2 an hour to slow my mind down enough to get tired.  Then, after a few more minutes convincing myself that the ringing in my ears is "white noise," I might just fall asleep.  (Clock reads around 1140pm)  This is where it starts to get interesting...my dreams are whacked.  Seriously insane.  Some nights I'm in a jungle escaping certain doom, other nights I'm living in some house with a bunch of people I don't know, married to an old flame, yet having an affair with my hubby.  It's hard to explain, but these dreams are so far out there, I contemplate committing myself for psychiatric evaluation.  Just when the dreams start to get REALLY interesting, wham!  It's 430am, I have to pee.  The minute I get up, my entire body catches fire.  I get a drink, strip down to my Hanes', and sit there on the edge of my bed dying from heat stroke.  After 5 to 10 mins of  feeling like I've just been thrown into a microwave on the popcorn setting, I start to cool down enough to lay back down in my HOT sheets, stick my feet out of the covers and hope to the gods above that I'll fall back asleep before the alarm goes off. (Clock now reads 530am)
Enough with the perimenopause already!  I'm too young for this shit!
Here's to hoping tomorrow's cooler than my hot flashing....