While on vacation recently, I settled into a charming hotel room for a two-night stay. It had all of the most charming hotel amenities: a carefully made bed with sheets tucked in way too tight, watery, mediocre coffee and a tiny, decade-old TV. These are all things I earnestly love.
As the evening wound down and my eyelids began to droop, I found myself enamored with another novelty: the sleep button on the old TV’s remote control.
