I distinctly remember hating naps as a child. Enforced naptime was a huge injustice. Today I'm a rabid reader largely because I looked at books in my room when I was supposed to be napping.
But now a nap is a pleasure on the order of an excellent meal or glass of wine. Naps, like meals and wine, have flavors. The nap on the couch before bedtime while watching a not particularly inspiring TV show tastes different than the mid-afternoon nap taken as a pause from a good book while the kids are down for their own naps. A mid-morning nap (pictured above) after you've been up at 5:30 with the kids tastes different still. They all taste much different than slumber in bed. The reveries you have during naps are somehow different as well — richer, more vivid, more memorable. Is it because the sleep is lighter? I don't know.
It's good to have a hobby.
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