Is there anything in life more pleasant than an afternoon nap?
Well, yes, I suppose there are a few things, some of which aren’t really appropriate for a family audience, but assuming that I’m not going to get a booty call from Kate Winslet anytime soon and Publisher’s Clearing House didn’t just park their van around the corner, I ask again … is there anything more pleasant than an afternoon nap?
There’s a delicious sense of guilty pleasure in taking time that I could be using for something important, something productive, and spending it instead drifting off to sleep with the soporific tones of NPR wafting me away to unconsciousness. After all, I could be writing the next great American novel, or working out, or volunteering in a soup kitchen, or learning to become a sushi maven … but instead I’m asleep. And I’m OK with that.