Afternoon Nap

We stayed up later than usual for a Sunday night last night hanging out with our friends Scott and Klara who are house-sitting down the block from us, drinking shots of homemade plum brandy with Klara’s dad, who’s visiting from the Czech Republic and doesn’t speak much English but does know how to communicate extremely well in the universal language of shlivovitz. (This is actually the second time I’ve had this pleasure; the first was a couple years ago when he and his wife were here and the evening transpired in much the same way that time: at first, the language barrier created a distance between us, but after polishing off a bottle of the paint thinner-like liquor, we were fast friends and I had acquired all the Czech I needed—“nostrovie”— to make myself perfectly understood.)

Anyway, as a result of last night’s festivities, I’m feeling a bit sleepier than usual and so I’m contemplating an afternoon nap. (Actually, I’m doing more than that; I sit here in a comfy chair with my computer on my lap and everytime I close my eyes, it takes longer and longer to open them.)

Possibly, the afternoon nap is the purest expression there is of having entered the vacation mode and not surprisingly, you can fairly well manifest the full-fledged spirit of fucking off just by taking one.

There are many different styles, but my favorite is the fully-clothed crashed out in a chair version. I also like it when I get a bit of drool to dribble down my cheeks. That’s what I’m going for right now, in any case.

The only potential downside is that if I do nod off now, I might find it more difficult to go to sleep tonight. However, that wouldn’t be entirely without its own benefits; if I lie awake to the wee hours in bed, I’m likely to be exhausted again tomorrow and once again ready for another mid-day snooze.


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