On a nap-free week

I've loved my daily naps. I've loved breaking my day into manageable chunks - 10-3, 5-11, repeat. The siesta is truly the height of civilization. It just doesn't fit the time zone assimilation plan.

Not that it's a hard day or anything, after all a foot massage and eyebrow dye job were on the bill. But 4:30 am is a time to GO to bed, not get out of it. I can't see myself doing this longer than necessary. I AM waking up before the alarm, largely because the plan is so very ridiculous I wake up to see if I will. I have.

I turn ALL the lights on, read the paper, have coffee, do SOMETHING that requires getting dressed, then, by 8 am I'm ready for my midmorning snack.

The pre-primetime TV shows take on an importance way beyond justification - Jeopardy may, indeed, be the last input of the day. My chair is cozy, soft & not easily gotten out of. My cat is cozy, soft & not easily dislodged. The combo is killer - Cat + weird hours = coma.

I'm sure waking to the morning sun at what I feel to be 3 a.m. is easier than faking daylight. And there, after all, there's nothing to stop me from my afternoon nap. Ah, siesta a la Britannia. Wake me for dinner.