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Wednesday, September 21, 2016

In Support of Naps

We’re all so incredibly busy, always running here and there, doing this and that. We’re burning the midnight oil or getting up early, trying to get everything accomplished in the twenty-four hours allotted for each day, with little time for rest and relaxation. 
When was the last time you got 8 hours of sleep? For me, it’s been over 20 years…there’s just too much to do. Of course, I probably bring a lot of this on myself. I have a full time day job after which I come home and do the wife thing (you know, make dinner, clean up, etc.). I cannot go to bed without cleaning the kitchen. Not sure why. I just can’t. I also can’t go to bed without taking a shower or getting ready for the next day. Luckily for me, I don’t have to do the mom thing anymore because my kid is grown and living in another state.
Oh, and I’m a writer, which means any spare minute I can get, I’m on the computer or writing long hand on a pad of paper (which loosely translates to 4:30 in the morning until it’s time to head into work).
         So Saturday, after I met friends for breakfast, came home and performed all my Saturday chores, I decided I wanted to take a nap. After all, the house was clean, the laundry was all done and put away and heck…I deserved it, didn’t I?
Twenty minutes on the couch. That’s all I needed. Or wanted (anything longer and I’m groggy for the rest of the day). A cat nap, as my grandfather called it, also known as a power nap, something I fought against when I was younger. Now? I’d give my eye-teeth for a nap.
         So I lay down on the couch and tried to shut my eyes. They popped open when I thought of some chore I could be doing instead. Forcing myself, I tried again and wouldn’t you know it, couldn’t keep my eyes closed (couldn’t shut off my brain for that matter….kept thinking about all things I should be doing, like finishing that scene in my current WIP or something else equally constructive).
I looked over at my dog comfortably stretched out on the love seat, on her back, legs up in the air and tail wagging. She was asleep. Indeed, she was snoring! So how come I couldn’t shut my eyes and keep them shut for a mere twenty minutes?
         After another try at closing my eyes and having them pop open, I gave up. There would be no nap for me and I knew it.
         In my next life, I’m coming back as a dog…and if dogs could read, it would be perfect!

As always, happy reading (and napping)!

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