Catnaps

I never knew how important they were. If I’d known, I’d have practiced taking them in m youth. And middle age. Etc.

Now that I need them , I don’t have them. Catnaps, I mean. I could copy LB Johnson and WInston Churchill. They would take their clothes off, put on their p,j’s and go to bed for an hour or so. And slept.

But such a bother–cats don’t do that.

I want to nap like Salvadore Dali. He’d sit in his chair and hold a spoon in one hand that would be hanging off the chair. He’d fall asleep, the spoon would hit the floor, he’d wake up and be refreshed.     Do you believe that?  He was always a showoff. but resting…that’s good. That’s me.

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