I hadn't meant to take a nap. Just that the apartment was quiet and I was tired. I made the mistake of laying down on my bed to read, and next thing I knew, I was waking up for dinner. Where did the day go?
When I was a kid and we were forced to take naps on Sunday afternoons, I chafed. And usually spent the day reading book after book. Nancy Drew. King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table tales. Black Stallion. Elsie Dinsmore (what did I ever see in those!). Joy Spartan. Sugar Creek Gang (horrors!).
Now that I am not forced to take naps, I want to. And I actually sleep. Even if I am not supposed to. Go figure. That's what I get for becoming a grandmother without reading the rules first.
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