All winter, I live in a glorious flannel thing with a turtleneck. I don’t actually sleep in it — I’m strictly a nekkid sleeper— but I put it on when I get up. I wear it as I take care of the dogs, drink coffee, etc., and then I bathe and dress and go about my day. The very minute I’ve finished walking the dogs in the evening, if I don’t need to go anywhere, it’s back to the flannel thing. I will read, work, whatever in it. I’ll have wine on the deck or in the greenhouse in it, if it’s not too cold. outside. This thing is so warm and comfy. It’s utterly unsexy, but oh well. I take it off to sleep, of course, but pop it back on if I have to let the dogs out at night.