A friend told me that today is National Nap Day. Now there's a day I can appreciate. Interesting that it comes two days after "Spring Forward" when we are all feeling a little sleep deprived. Sadly, I didn't have an opportunity to nap today, but I am a big believer in naps. It's a life-long love and something I do really well. To be really effective a nap needs to happen stretched out on a couch. I suppose a recliner might also work but I don't own a recliner. Generally, my afternoon naps last 20 minutes. I don't know why that is but I suspect it goes back to childhood training. My mother always made sure that, when we weren't in school, we took a half-hour rest after lunch, each of us in our own bedroom. Looking back from an adult perspective, I realize that this was her chance to get a break. Wise woman. Anyway, during those summery afternoon breaks I would generally read for a while, then doze off for about 20 minutes, before one of my less nap-happy brothers would wake me up. In fact, on one memorable summer afternoon, I napped so well and so deeply that I slep through a fire engine arriving at our house, siren blaring, to put out a fire in the basement. Actually it turned out there wasn't a fire. Our old dryer was simply billowing out lots of smoke as it gave up the ghost.
In a similar situation later in my life, my college roommate can testify that I almost slept through a fire drill in our dorm, and the alarm was in the hallway right outside our room.
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