I have always hated sleeping in socks. The only time I'll do it is if I'm camping. It's hard to explain but I just don't like having a barrier between my feet and my sheets.
But when I moved here I just couldn't ever get warm enough even in my house so one night I left my slippers on when I got into bed and it seemed to help. It became a habit and got to the point where I would wake up and freak out if a sock happen to fall off in the night. Suddenly I couldn't sleep if I wasn't wearing them.
Tonight I made a decision that I will NOT be wearing socks to bed anymore. I forgot how good it feels to run my toes along my fresh-out-of-the-washing-machine-high-thread-count-white-sheets.
I'm posting such a completely mundane event because it really surprised me how quickly I got used to doing something I used to hate. And then how nice it is to give it up again. I haven't really figured out if that has any significance though. Probably not.