It was a different kind of nap that I took this afternoon, deeper and less in tune with my surroundings. Normally I can sit in my chair and slip away but still be aware of the birds in the garden, the traffic on Llano Road, and the fax machine beeping and sputtering. Today, for whatever reason, I was totally out of it.
That was between four and five this afternoon. I don't know how I lasted that long. The rest of the day I was sleep walking, I guess. I'm just glad the phone didn't ring during that hour, because I'm not sure I would have heard it. Maybe it did and I didn't. How would I know?
There's no doubt I needed the extra rest. My sleeping habits have never been good, and lately they've been worse. If I ever decide to cut back on daily journal posting, that will be the reason. I'm thinking Sunday is a bad day, because I stay up too late Sunday night trying to think of something to say about a day when nothing happens. Then that, by way of the trickle-down theory, makes Monday a little worse.