A good bed is important, that’s something I’ve come to realize with age. I think it might be the reason I dislike hotels these days. The novelty’s worn off, and what you’re left with is a bad bed. Well, usually not bad, just not what I want nor prefer. I want my bed to be hard and cold, not soft and warm. That’s what I’ve got in my house down south, what I’ve got in the overnight apartment in Stockholm, and not what I’ve got here in the summer home. Like many such places, this is where things go to die, because they’re in too good shape to be thrown away.

Well, I’m not, or at least my back isn’t after last night, thanks to the soft bed.

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