Imagine, if you will, it’s 5 pm, I’ve already had dinner (dad is obviously out of town), and I’ve turned in. Hey, I had physical therapy this morning and I’m beat—please don’t judge. Not turned in to go to sleep, mind you, but to relax beforehand. My DVR has some good things recorded: “This is Us,” “Code Black,” “Intervention.” Or, I might choose to read on my TV using Apple TV, where my book shows up on my TV because of the mirroring feature. Another option is watching streaming Netflix. I’m on a “Fuller House” kick now.

The electric blanket is on and Maggie might be on the foot of my bed. Although nothing is supposed on top of the electric blanket, a 30-pound dog doesn’t count on a chilly evening, does it?

I signal that I’m ready for bed at nine (I am an early riser) using an app on my iPad that flashes a light in the family room for Mom and Dad.

Although I turn in early, I love my bed. You would probably agree with me when I say that sleep—your bed, period—is very underrated.