Once upon a mattress . . .

Our mattress is nine-and-a-half years old.  As Ted and I lay in bed this morning, we noticed (again) that there are hollows just our sizes on each side of the mattress with a high point between and the length of the hollows.  When the bed is made and the weight of the mattress pad, the down comforter, and the quilted bedspread fall into place, the bed surface looks like two valleys with a mountain range between them.

We’ve been saying that it’s time to buy a new mattress, but this morning was different.  We asked what we’re waiting for, and we went out shopping.  The new mattress will be delivered Friday afternoon.  Suddenly, two more nights on the old mattress seem like a hardship, when just last night, it wasn’t bad at all.  Unfortunately, we didn’t see any wine box mattresses for sale.