They Call Him Double Down Hen
A schooner is a sailboat, stupidhead
On Thursday, I wrote “an hour is a little long for my daily routine.”
Well, step aside daily routine, because a new one is taking over.
Yesterday, the weekly day of rest, I lay down for my nap. As I reached for my alarm, I instinctively started scrolling to the 30-minute mark. Then, with nothing on the horizon for the early afternoon, I hearkened back to Matt’s post. I’ll let my text to the TAENR explain the rest:
Just as I lay down, decided to go untimed. Because Yolo. Just a shade under an hour. [Matt’s] post inspired me. I decided to . . . see what my body needed and it obviously needed an hour.
See, I’m not only a member of TND, I’m a fan too, and always ready to learn something from the great napper himself.
Fast forward to this afternoon. As Mr. Svening said in Mallrats, “one good turn deserves another.” Well if it works for stink-palmed pretzels, it definitely works for naps.
After a very full morning and afternoon, I was not in a position to casually lie down. If I were, I would have reluctantly skipped it, because going on 4pm, it was getting late. Nope. I needed one. Bad. There was no powering through this time, I didn’t make a conscious decision to turn off the alarm. I didn’t have the energy to set up. I woke up 62 minutes later. The body gets what the body wants. Back-to-back 60s.
Until tomorrow, happy napping!