My eyelids are growing HEAAAAAAAVIER . . . 
Anybody who’s known me for more than half a day figures out pretty quickly that without my requisite ten hours or so of sleep per 24 hour period, I’m an increasingly lost cause. And there’s no surprise in travel increasing the sleep-deficit effect until the relative percentage of my vegetable content threatens to permanently overcome any humanity I might pretend to have. A couple of very early mornings in a row, accompanied by social activities and gadding about town wherever I happen to be located, perhaps enhanced in their potency by certain giddy overeating episodes that are completely compulsory when I’m in places I don’t often get to visit–all add up to one semi-comatose creature plodding like a Fat & Sugar Zombie (clearly IĀ don’t eat brains or one would think something useful therein would have rubbed off on me) down the byways of my days.
I am so grateful for any nap. The one in the car when my chauffeur-spouse is too tired to drive safely and we stop off in a random parking lot to steal a few winks. The micro-sleep in the dentist’s chair while that nice hygienist is mercifully buffing away the sins from my teeth. The fantastic curl-up right between the softest sheets in the known universe when there’s time at home (or home-for-the-moment), dreaming of nothing, nothing, nothing.
If I babble on an ordinary day in my blog posts, and you all know I do, it can only be made exponentially more exotic and random by lack of sleep. So I am sure that you will all pardon me while I kip out just for a little longer and press my nodding noggin against the nearest available horizontal surface. Just so I can wake refreshed and entertain you that much better. Not making any promises, mind you, just a hopeful, wistful wish as I toddle off to dreamland . . .
Art-Colored Glasses 
Sweet dreams š
Thank you, my dear, I’m greatly enjoying the leisure to stretch them out at will! š
oh how I need a nap right now too…but alas, my son is up and as wired as ever.
The small ones, they have quite a different agenda, don’t they! And we know whose agenda always wins the day (not to mention night!). Hope he’ll cut you a break soon. š
Hehe. Sleep is definitely such a wonderful thing.
Do share with us your adventures in dreamland later. (:
Last night was apparently my littlest sister’s wedding, but set in the present rather than 25 years ago as it really was. How that came into my mind I have NO idea! All I *do* know is that I got a good long night’s sleep despite the bustle of trying to prepare for the supposed wedding, and that was a delightful thing indeed.
Love those naps, too, Kathryn, enjoy! xx
Believe me, I relish them!
xoxo!
Nothing quite like an afternoon zizz to recharge the batteries.
š Mandy
I’m not sure I can guarantee my naps make me more ‘useful’, but they make me happier and I sure do appreciate them for that!
xoxo
Kathryn
“nodding noggin ” š
What did you say? I think I drifted off for a moment! š
“It is not good day without a good nap.”
Van Winkle, Rip
That man was a G.E.N.I.U.S.
Sleep, glorious, sleep! (Food might come in second…) Great artwork!
Thanks, Diane–I’d probably had a very good night’s sleep before producing any artwork that I could keep. š