Sleep

I am so tired today. The lovely Mrs. Sneed and I went out last evening until real late. Even though I got 7 hours of sleep there is something about the timing of it that caused me to be tired today. It seems to me that not all rest is created equal.

I got to sleep at a few minutes after 1 am. I woke up at 8:30 am, so that's 7 and a half hours. I usually get about six and a half hours, but since I usually get to sleep at ten thirty, it seems more restful than last night's seven and a half. Maybe the old wisdom that the sleep before midnight is more restful than the sleep after midnight is true.

I have posted before about how I sometime take naps in my truck at lunch time. Napping is something that is under appreciated here in the United States. Maybe it is our tradition of a strong work ethic that keeps us from embracing the nap. Maybe napping is viewed as a sign of laziness. Some people say that they can't sleep during the day, but I'm not among them. I can fall asleep anywhere, at any time, except for Sunday night, when I have trouble sleeping. The specter of a new work week messes with my sleep.

I have always been a guy who appreciates a good nap. I should have been born in Spain, where there is an appreciation for the nap. When I was in high school, the schools were so crowded that we had double sessions. I spent much of my high school years going to school at six in the morning and getting out at five past noon. I usually went home an took a nap.

One time the lovely Mrs. Sneed signed us up for yoga at the Jewish Community Center. During our meditation time, I invariably fell asleep. That wouldn't be so bad except that I snore.

I have slept overnight on the floor in the Denver airport, I've slept on tour boats, busses, planes and trains. In fact one of my favorite napping sites is the train in Disneyland. I can go 'round and 'round and nap to my heart's content.

But then there are the dreams. I am a anxious guy by nature, and my dreams reflect that. I have this recurring theme in my dreaming. I dream that I am on my way somewhere, like work, and try as I might, I just can't get there. I hate that dream. I am pretty sure that you can't get a restful sleep when you are having frustrating dreams, so maybe that is why I fall asleep easily.

We picked up daughter Sneed and Sneedlet One today and went to the mall. Sneedlet had lunch at Chick-fil-A, then I took him to the mall playground. We all had lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant and came home, where I took an hour nap.

Sneedlet is watching some videos in with his grandma and I am hoping he falls asleep soon, so that I can too.

Merle.





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