Sunday Firesides: "The I-Need-a-New-Mattress" Fallacy

Over the summer I spent some time in Vermont. My days were filled with walks in the woods, floats down bucolic rivers, and dips in bracing, ice-cold swimming holes. At night, I slept like a baby, far more deeply and restfully than I typically do at home. I thus made a mental note to see what kind of mattress I was sleeping on at our Airbnb, so that I mi…