(Perforated Lines--you can't resist 'em)

(left arrow) Friday, January 26, 2001 (right arrow)

 

10:10 p.m. Still feeling pretty lousy. In and out of bed all day and sick and all that -- misery would abound except for one thing: flannel sheets!

Like many new modern inventions, I'd heard of them and known they existed and all, but I was hesitant. Scared to try them. What if they were strange, scratchy, weird, unsatisfying, clammy, uncouth? But, we happened to be in a store last night and there happened to be this wad of plaid all taped up with wide Scotch tape ... a big sale item, it practically fell into my hands, begging to be considered.

Very very cheap -- what could it hurt to try it? Plus it was a gorgeous plaid and I love plaid.

I really haven't wanted to get out of bed since. Lucky for me that I've been legitimately sick. No one could accuse me of slacking, but let me say -- flannel is the way beds should be made in the winter. Flannel sheets stay together and they envelop you. No cold spots anywhere. Cuddly, very very cuddly. It's so warm and jammie, you're halfway to sleep before you even know what's happening to you.

I am deliriously happy with these new flannel sheets. Not pillow cases, mind you -- pillows should always be cold. I don't know why, but they must. But from the neck down, it's toast and I'm really not feeling too well as I sit here writing about it, you know?

Must go. Koff. Koff. Did I mention that it's been raining and windy all day? Yup. Achoo.

Gee -- time for bed, already?

 

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