I was just grumbling to myself about how much I dislike changing my sheets.
Because it is a hardship to have to do a small amount of work in order to have a ridiculously comfortable and warm and safe place to sleep, right?
Here's what I will be lying on and under tonight: a decent sprung bed. An orthopaedic mattress. A memory foam mattress topper. A quilted undersheet. An expensive soft smooth brushed cotton sheet which will not shift around and get wrinkled. Any two of four pillows of a variety of softnesses, depending on how I feel. A feather duvet, also flannelette covered, also soft and smooth, also one of two I have to choose from.
Here's what some people will be sleeping on and under tonight: pavements and filthy blankets.
Feeling guilty about my absurd luxuries isn't helpful, and I don't.
Being aware of how blessed I am to be able to pay such minute, pampered attention to my physical wellbeing and to how comfortable or otherwise I feel while I sleep is helpful, and I am.
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