I can’t sleep when it’s hot. Not at all. I toss, I turn, I wiggle, I flop about. I doze, but unhappily, in the way that makes you wish you’d stayed awake and read. Or had a snack. Or a pedicure. On second thought, a snack. Yep. A bowl of ice cream. *That’s* what I should’ve had last night rather than a few sleepless hours.