One of the unexpected side effects of sleeping in the guest bedroom is having to wash the bedding every other week or so. In the front room with its dormer windows that face south west and north, I go to bed fully clothed, so very little of me touches the sheets and pillowcases. In the warmer sideroom, a nightshirt is enough, and sometimes to much, as I wake up sweaty in my flannel nest. Hence laundry. And, in the case of the duvet cover, laundromat, because my ancient machines won't handle the weight.