Confession #3: The Cat Nap

I said I wouldn't, but I did. I do it every day that I do not work; I did it today, and I will certainly do it again! I slept on my couch with the afternoon sun peering down upon me through my bamboo blinds. I slept for two hours. I am not sure what your definition of a cat nap is, but I have cats, and when those ladies nap, it is for hours at a time. They nap for a few, then they get up to eat, poop, and play, then after a while of boredom, down they go again for some more zs. That is what I call the perfect cat nap! But my naps, the duration of my naps consists of two hours of lazy snoozing, nothing more, nothing less: 2 hours. I awake from these siestas feeling refreshed and jolly...a great combination.

So I said I would not take a nap today. I said so because it is Sunday and I always take naps on Sunday, but because of this, I sometimes have trouble getting sleepy for bedtime, which always makes Monday a little Mondayer. So I said I would not take a nap today, but I could not resist. The undisturbed couch cushions, so fluffy, so soft, tempted me with their comforting allure. The midday sun, with her massaging fingertips, consulted with the pillows, and together they attacked me, and I did not even attempt to resist. So I took my nap, and now I feel refreshed and jolly...a great combination. I said I wouldn't, but I did.