I realize it’s necessary, good for you, helps you live longer … blah, blah, blah. Similar things are said about vegetables and I’m not overly fond of them, either.
At 1 a.m., I decided to get up after tossing and turning for an hour. That followed almost three hours of sleep, though, and I really wish that would be enough every night. I would love that: go to bed, sleep soundly for three hours and wake up ready to go.
What I’ve found myself doing more and more during the part of the year I’m not working a regular type of job is allowing myself to get up early (it’s usually more like 3 than 1, however), use the time to work on my book or something and then grab a little nap or two during the day whenever the mood strikes.
We have two wonderful recliners perfectly suited to the purpose, I have no problem sleeping in the daylight or while Leah’s doing things and a snooze ranging anywhere from five minutes to an hour is so refreshing and recharging.
The best thing about awaking from a nap in the recliner is I don’t feel the need to turn over and try to go back to sleep.
That’s the ideal for me, I think, to go to bed when I get sleepy, snooze until I wake up, arise and write while Leah’s asleep and take a nap when the mood strikes.
Is that so wrong and weird?