Midday napping is dangerous. There should be a warning label.



No apparent reason why I was so tired or exhausted but I guess I must have been, because as I was reading in bed I dozed off for four hours. Nothing can really explain it. Perhaps it was the way the sun was floating about the room, how it heated the blanket I was under, how closed eyes seemed better than open eyes or that my desire to go the gym was easily circumvented by a Sunday afternoon cat nap. All I know is that it totally messed up my sleeping pattern and I was stuck captive in my bed waiting for the onslaught of REM sleep for a good portion of the night.