of a nap.
At some point our society shifted. Sleep is for the weak. People who routinely get by on minimal hours have been elevated to cult status. I don’t know when it happened, but boy are they missing out.
I work anywhere from 8 to 12 hours a day. Mostly mental/visual work. Very little actual running around. Yet, it is DRAINING. Physically and mentally. When I get home, I’m physically beat, and the hamster on a wheel that is my brain is still running at 100 MPH.
Bill Cosby did a sketch on sleep. There was a line that went something like this:
“I love sleep like I love a good steak.”
I’m totally with you, Bill.
Today was one of those days - not long, but mentally very consuming. After being home a while, I realized I was tired and feeling rather creaky, but it wasn’t even quite dark yet and my head was still filled with stuff. But the rack monster was calling, and who am I to ignore?
Off to bed for a bit. Now, there is something that just feels very indulgent about a nap from the beginning. You’re supposed to be UP and about and awake - they’re called waking hours for a reason. Stretching out and having my head sink into the pillow, only one thought came to mind.
Oooooooh, this feels gooooooooooooooooooood.
No radio, no tv, no noise, no visuals. No new inputs for a while. Some time to let everything filling my head just drift away.
I’m not even sure if I completely fell asleep. But I do know that 45 minutes later, I’m feeling a lot better.
