It’s November 1st, and time to put the flannel sheets on the bed. I like to begin the season with the tan sheets with the tiny multi-colored autumn leaves on them. Soft, so very soft, and warm, so very warm. . . .

I really prefer crisp cotton sheets, around 250 count (I hate satiny sheets; I feel as if I need a railing to keep from sliding onto the floor, and I hate really low-count sheets because they’re scratchy.) But crisp smooth sheets? I’m almost in dreamland from merely the thought.

But when the weather gets that autumn chill, I like the thought of flannel sheets, even if the actuality of the sheets isn’t my favorite.

We spend so much time with sheets; it’s little wonder that people have favorites.

Not as much time as we’d like, but enough time that we ought to have sheets we can get along with.

Mamacita, Scheiss Weekly