As I type this, my wife Marianne is asleep in her chair. It's been
raining on and off all day here in North Carolina.
She and I both got a solid eight hours of snooze last night.
She really shouldn't be sleepy.
The house is quiet. The ceiling fan is spinning in low gear.
The dogs are curled up on their beds. Both are snoring.
I don't think she was wanting to fall asleep.
Sometimes that's the best kind of nap.
When you think you're focused on something and you
notice that your eyes are crossing.
Or you have some random thought and it penguin
dawns on you that you were almost dreaming.
Yep. That's some pretty good nappin' right there.
To be totally focused on somethin' and before you know
it, you've drifted off to sle