I love a good nap. That used to be my Friday ritual. I got home a little after noon, ate two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and took a nap. No, this was not my ritual when I was in kindergarten. This was my ritual until last year. I’d cozy up on the sofa in my study (a dark, book lined room perfect for such snoozes) and sleep a good two or three hours. I’ve always loved a nap. I nap in the car if I’m the passenger. I’ll nap on the sofa watching TV. On a chair by the pool. On a towel at the beach. And some people think I’m crazy for it. But, as the article above shows, it’s good for me. (click on the picture if you can’t quite read it)
I can’t take credit for finding this. My younger brother, also a nap lover, brought it to my attention. Perhaps an affinity for napping is hereditary–our dad can take a nap at a stop sign.