One of my favorite times of day is at around 8:00, at least in the winter. I have finished a day of work, made and eaten dinner, cleaned up the kitchen, made my lunch for the next day and completed any other chores I need to do. Then, it’s time for my bathrobe. I love my bathrobe. The softer and more comfortable the better. I have had many incarnations of the bathrobe. I have light weight ones for summer, medium weight ones for fall and spring and of course warm, cozy ones for winter. I usually have more than one in each weight so that if one is being washed I don’t have to worry about not having one ready to go at night. My husband calls it my “onesie” because I prefer the ones that zip up the front instead of the ones that tie. (They don’t gape open when I sit down.) During the pandemic I have come to appreciate my bathrobe even more. There is a sense of comfort that I derive from slipping into something familiar, something that I know will be there waiting for me, that will envelope me in softness and do its job, no matter what else is going in the world. I can count on it and that is saying something these days.