Mmmm

Hotels are nice. They're a little bit fancy, and fun, and different, and it's pleasant to have someone else to tidy up for a little while. But very few things in the world can beat the pleasure of coming home to my own bed. It's got my own pillows and blankets, and it knows the shape of my body, and I can curl up between my cats and my husband in more comfort than any strange bed could ever give me.

Home is a good thing.