Ramblin' Man
Tryin' to lose some consh and doin' the best I can
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin'
I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man- Dickey Betts
These days, when I am stopped on the street and recognized as a prolific contributing writer to a world famous napping blog,1 the first question I get is “Do you guys really nap as much as you say you do?” The answer, of course, is “more.”
To satisfy your curiosity, herewith a recent summary of my travels and naps therein, since you last heard from me on the Fast Day.2
7/28: Fly to Chicago. 30 minute3 doze on take off.
7/29: Fly back to NY from Chicago; 20 — doze on takeoff.4
7/30: Drive to and from Pennsylvania. 30 — snooze on way back.5
7/31: Flight to Detroit. 45 — snooze on takeoff.
8/1: Flight back from Detroit: 30 — snooze on take off.
8/2: No nap. Life happens.
8/3: Flight to Norfolk, Virginia.6 One hour 15 — nap on take off — basically the whole flight.
8/5: 30 +15 combo nap between getting whipsawed by the waves.
8/6: Flight back to NY. One hour nap on take off — basically the whole flight.
8/7: 30 minute midday snooze.
8/8 the 30+25 from which I just woke up.
Got to run – flight leaving for Toronto at 9:49pm. Looking forward to a quick snooze on takeoff.
One soon to be read and adored by Peter King. Unless he’s a wimp and doesn’t respond to Matt’s stalking. Peter, a word of advice: when Matt wants something for the TND blog, he gets it. Save the time and energy and relent now.
Also, since I just awoke from a 35 + 20, I’m making it snappy with the recaps.
To save words from the word police, from here on down, I’m not using the word “minute.”
[Ed. Leaving your footnote here, but did you know that hyphenating the words makes them only count as one? True story.]
National Sports Collectibles Convention with the Eldest.
This one deserves a little more info. While my car’s gas tank was full, my emotional gas tank was running on empty, from the back and forth to Chicago and then leaving my middle after Visiting Day at sleepaway camp. If Jesus couldn’t take the wheel, then the SLF had to, and she did while I slept.
Virginia Beach weekend getaway with the SLF and HEF.
Lying on two towels, head propped with a towel, and under two towels. This really deserves its own post, possibly even a full series and a tv show. But not for now.