In Praise of Naps

I didn’t have a nap today, but I sure could have used one. While I don’t nap often, I always enjoy it when I do. There’s something rejuvenating about letting your mind go flat as a pancake for an hour—although I suppose a more appealing image would be a leaf floating on a sun-dappled stream.
The trick is not to do it for too long. The other day I decided to catch forty winks at 5 p.m. and ended up sleeping for two hours. Not a good idea. It took me until half way through Dancing With the Stars to wake up—and that was hours later.