Sunday, December 9, 2012

About twice a year...

I'm able to (sort of) nap.

Yesterday was one of those days. I was up at 7, prepared for a meeting, ran the meeting, came home, cleaned some, graded some, and then realized I wasn't going to make it. It was 3:30 and I needed to close my eyes. Although I didn't fall asleep, I did (as my Grandma Vera would say) rest my eyes. It was that mind-numbing space of sort of being a sleep, but not really. My body simply went numb for an hour and I didn't stir until guilt kicked in (if you read yesterday's post, I hinted that such a mindless afternoon might have arrived).

I started thinking about The Smiths Asleep and how, unlike most adolescents and adults, I've always had a very difficult time napping. Actually, I have a hard time sleeping. Still, I absolutely love those moments when I simply give in to passive stillness. I need more of it and wish it was more a part of my everyday.

Sixty minutes in I started to realize I needed to get to the gym, had to get groceries, wanted to change the laundry, expected myself to finish grading a set of papers, and required preparation for watching the SU game. So, I got myself up. I did, though, enjoy the mini-nap I somewhat allowed myself to take.

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