SEEPY TIME WE CALL IT

When the eyes simply go. For me that is happening me earlier and earlier. I figure if the Lord gives me another 25 years, I'll meet my going to sleep with my waking up from sleep.

But I can just look at this picture and yearn for the bed. What a great full bodied yawn. Covering one is just not the same. Adding some vocals to it helps also.

"I'm the tiredest man on the face of the earth," an old coach friend told me one day in the Teachers' Lounge. Sometimes I feel that way when when I'm really trying to stay awake. Like in a movie. Or watching tv. Or reading. Or...well you get the idea. I can literally fall asleep anywhere at the drop of the proverbial hat.

I don't like to nap either. Well, that's not right. I love a power nap. Daily. Two or three times, I'm afraid. From 2 minutes to 20. Maybe if I just took one good 30 minute nap daily, a siesta, then I'd be ok. Then I could make it through the day.

I have lots more to talk about napping. But as you can guess, I have my jammy's on. I usually change, if I change out of cotton shorts and a tank top--I've been known to wear them all day, just after supper. So I'll be ready.

And I'm ready. All I need now is a cold pillow with just a sheet on me. I'll soon kick a leg out from the covers, feel the breeze from the ceiling fan, lightly turning blades, and I'm out. In one minute tops.